In the quiet glow of dawn's embrace, Words whisper soft with tender grace, "I love you," said with care, yet true, Yet not in love, a subtle hue.

This love, like stars that grace the night, Shines steadfast, calm, and oh so bright. It's the warmth of sun on winter's day, Not fiery passion's wild array.

In every laugh, in every tear, In closeness held forever dear, This love's a river, deep and wide, But not the stormy, raging tide.

The It's in the comfort of the known, In seeds of fondness gently sown, A garden where respect does bloom, Not lost in love's consuming gloom.

So hear these words, both sweet and solemn, A different kind of love's blossom. I love you in the brightest way, But in love—not in that fray.

A paradox, some might decree, Yet in this truth, there's liberty. For love can wear many a guise, Beyond the heart's romantic ties.

So let us walk this path, us two, With love that's steadfast, kind, and true. Though not in love, let no one rue, For in this love, we'll find our due.

March 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop