Love that counts

In a world where whispers often fade,

Where moments flicker like a candle’s flame,

There’s a love that echoes, steady and true,

A heartbeat woven through all that we do.

It’s not in grand gestures or words that resound,

But in the small places where comfort is found.

In laughter shared over coffee at dawn,

In the silent support when the day feels long.

It’s in hands that reach out when shadows appear,

In the warmth of a hug that chases the fear.

It’s the knowing glance that needs no reply,

The gentle reminder that we’re here, you and I.

Through storms that may gather and trials we face,

It’s the strength in connection, the warmth of embrace.

It’s the patience in listening, the joy in the tears,

A promise that lingers beyond all the years.

For love that counts isn’t measured in time,

It’s the moments together, the rhythm, the rhyme.

It’s the journey we take, side by side, hand in hand,

In the tapestry woven, together we stand.

So let us celebrate this love that we’ve found,

In the everyday magic that circles around.

For in each gentle heartbeat, in each shared glance,

It’s the love that counts most, our infinite dance.