“The woman who I fell for”

She walks in light that only morning brings,  
A gentle hush before the city sings;  
Her laughter lifts the dust from tired days,  
Unfolding hope in ordinary ways.  

I still recall the coffee on her lips,  
The way she’d read the world in fingertips;  
She drew the quiet out from autumn air,  
And spun the gold of solace from her hair.  

Her eyes would catch the glimmer of intent  
In every secret letter never sent;  
She knew the stories I could never say,  
And made forgiveness flourish anyway.  

In rain-soaked streets, beneath the trembling trees,  
She taught my wary heart to be at ease;  
A thousand glances, tender and unplanned,  
And life began anew at her command.  

For love is not a tempest nor a storm—  
It’s Sunday mornings, laughter, keeping warm;  
It’s how her name feels gentle in my chest—  
The woman who I fell for, and who blessed.

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