My heart had wandered far with aching feet
A traveler lost in every dead-end street
The world felt vast its wildness incomplete
A map of places comfort couldn’t meet
Then came your presence—quiet calm and deep
A shelter blossomed where my fears would sleep
The ghosts of longing buried in a heap
Fell back to silence softened in their keep
Your warmth created walls from woven light
A refuge rising gentle in the night
A haven born of ordinary sight
But strong enough to hold my hidden fright
So stay with me when life becomes too loud
When storms arrive and expectations crowd
For in your presence every fear is bowed—
And all my wandering steps feel proud