A Quiet Promise Between Two Hearts
***
It starts with rain,
soft, steady,
like the world slowing down.
We stand close,
not saying much,
just feeling it.
Your hand finds mine.
Simple.
Certain.
The sky opens,
but we don’t move.
We stay.
There’s something here—
not loud,
not rushed.
Just us,
standing in it,
letting it fall.
You lean in,
and I know—
this is home.
No big promises,
just small ones
we mean.
Stay.
Hold on.
Don’t drift away.
The rain passes,
but we don’t.
We’re still here,
still close,
still choosing each other.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 7:05 AM UTC
A Quiet Promise Between Two Hearts
***
It starts with rain,
soft, steady,
like the world slowing down.
We stand close,
not saying much,
just feeling it.
Your hand finds mine.
Simple.
Certain.
The sky opens,
but we don’t move.
We stay.
There’s something here—
not loud,
not rushed.
Just us,
standing in it,
letting it fall.
You lean in,
and I know—
this is home.
No big promises,
just small ones
we mean.
Stay.
Hold on.
Don’t drift away.
The rain passes,
but we don’t.
We’re still here,
still close,
still choosing each other.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Themed on the song Lover’s Concerto, this piece reflects quiet devotion and connection, where love is felt in small moments—held gently, like rain between two hearts.
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