I found love first
in silence—
not in a voice, but in presence.
God met me where loneliness
tried to make a home.
And that’s when I learned
love doesn't need touch to hold you.
From that well,
I drank enough to recognize
the eyes of a man
who didn’t try to fix me—
just stayed.
Romantic love followed
like dawn follows prayer—
soft, certain,
warm without demanding warmth back.
He held the echoes of the divine
without trying to replace it.
Then came the third.
A heartbeat placed in my arms,
a name that called me “home”
before she could speak.
And I knew —
love completes itself
when it multiplies.
The world says
start with romance,
chase the high.
But I found
the order matters.
Without God,
you mistake infatuation for fate.
You raise children
with half a heart.
But with God—
every kind of love
becomes whole.
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Carolina Borges
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Well-wrought! Love exists even where one is alone, and can grow into a beautiful, flowering tree, as an unseen seed sprouts from beneath even the most rotten soil.
Attractive poem and well written, good work.