The Quiet Weight of Him

His love is strong-unyielding, stern, 

Not sharp like thunder,

But steady like something ancient

that refused to break.

It lives in the quiet,

In the silence between words,

In the pauses where most would leave,

He stays.

He is never loud in the ways the world expects,

Never crashing or demanding to be seen,

Yet somehow

He fills every corner of me.

His silence spoke-

Not empty, but full.

Heavy with things he didn't say

But made me feel anyway.

Only parts of him burn warm-

Fleeting touches,

Brief glances,

Moments that linger longer than they should.

And still,

That's enough to set me alight.

He loves me deeply,

The kind of deep that doesn't beg to be noticed,

That didn't need proof or performance,

Because it simply is.

It showed in the way he looks at me

Like I was something steady,

Something known,

Something worth holding on to

Even in silence.

He never tried-

And maybe that was the loudest part of all.

Because love like his 

Doesn't need to try.

It just exists,

Constant, quiet,

Impossibly loud.

Reviews

[Rosie C]

My eyes dance to every line in this precious piece.

Affectionate, heart-warming and exquisite.

I admire the sensual imagery at play.

A peaceful and comforting read.

[Stephie.Santi]

Thank you!

[Serendipity Planet]

That's a beautiful type of love
You described it perfectly

[Stephie.Santi]

Thank you. Finding the words for this intense of a feeling was probably the most challenging. But I'm so glad it reached you!

[Yellow Submarine.]

These descriptions and word use are from a genuine poet. You must be a right brain thinker.

I'm humbled. I couldn't ever write that well.

[Stephie.Santi]

Thank you, and for the most part I just let it come out as it comes to me just clean up the vocabulary.