Rain taps low on an aging roof
Traffic lights blink without proof
You sit close on a faded rug
Offering calm like a gentle hug
Words collapse in the storm of doubt
Tangling fear from the inside out
You breathe quiet through rising waves
Holding space where the spirit caves
No grand vows with a soaring choir
No bold stage nor gilded attire
Just your warmth through the longest sway—
Deep love lives in the way you stay
Happiness moves with a humble stride
Painting glow on an ordinary ride
True devotion through every part
Waits for storms with an open heart