Being yours feels like gentle rain
Falling on days once shaped by pain
Each quiet gesture you place in mine
Turns into something
almost divine
Your voice can soften a weary year
Shifting the dim into something clear
Love settles close with a warmer hue
Taming the storms
I once walked through
Moments unfold like a sacred scroll
Holding the truth
of a calmer soul
Heartbeats align with a peaceful chord
Blessing the hush
our nights afford
No heavy sorrow could claim its course
Held by your light
in a tender force
Life grows brighter in its true source—
The sacred weight
of being yours