She is kindness wrapped in warmth,
a quiet calm in my storm.
With just a look, she makes the world slowdown.
With just a word, she turns my worries into nothing.
I can't explain her She is
not just one thing,
not just one feeling.
She is peace, She is home.
She is the softest place my heart has ever known.
And the way she laughs, she talks,
The way she just is
That's what make her special,
That's what make her mine.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 4:07 AM UTC
She is kindness wrapped in warmth,
a quiet calm in my storm.
With just a look, she makes the world slowdown.
With just a word, she turns my worries into nothing.
I can't explain her She is
not just one thing,
not just one feeling.
She is peace, She is home.
She is the softest place my heart has ever known.
And the way she laughs, she talks,
The way she just is
That's what make her special,
That's what make her mine.
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