Love so rare

In a world of confusion and a web of never ending chaos. I’ve found a soul,

A man whose presence makes me whole.

Protective arms, a shield so strong,

A place I’ve belonged to all along.

He stands like an oak, steadfast, tall,

Old-fashioned grace in his every call.

Chivalry lives in his gentle ways,

A timeless charm in modern days.

His love, a river, endless, deep,

A treasure I’ll forever keep.

With every word, with every glance,

He spins my world into a dance.

No fleeting whim, no passing fire,

His devotion fuels my heart’s desire.

He dreams of futures carved in gold,

Of hands entwined as we grow old.

With him, no fear can find its place,

For his embrace is my sacred space.

Through storm or sun, through night and day,

He lights the dark and leads the way.

How rare it is, this love I’ve found,

A man whose heart knows no bounds.

In him, I see the life I crave,

A bond unbroken, strong and brave.

So here I stand, with a heart laid bare,

In awe of a love so rich, so rare.

For in his arms, I’ve come to see—

This perfect man was made for me.