Love often arrives like a startled bird
But yours settled quietly in my palms
It trusted me with its fragile wings
Teaching patience through every tremor
You touched my world without noise
Letting affection grow in corners
Where sunlight rarely dared to linger
Shaping tenderness into permanence
Every gesture you made
Carved a softer rhythm in my days
Turning cold spaces warm
With nothing more than presence
Here in this rare stillness
Your love holds its gentle ground
This is where tenderness learns to stay—
Not as a visitor
But as a home