The Gravity of Us
How Love Anchors the Chaos of Being
Your love is the axis where my chaos spins,
A quiet force that roots where life begins.
No map, no star, no compass could impart
The truth of us—a gravity of heart.
In your embrace, the universe feels small,
For true love holds the weight of it all.
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