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I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.

I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.

In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.

No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.

So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
In this moment, I love you not for what you do, but for who you are. My love isn’t waiting for certainty or promises. It exists here and now, simply because you do.
Sillva Oct 2018
I write to u in metaphors
As if they were hieroglyphics.
A different langue that I do not speak,
But I write frequently In disguise-
Away from the moon
Where the sun doesn't want to hug the earth.
That's how I begin every day without the light.
Just a blissful word that speaks to my ears to get up.

I have wounder around in my own writings
speaking to people that I dont know.
As for the both of you
I have become more than a stranger
A distant son.
Like a needle in a hay stack.
Wondering if my lips will ever speak out my true feelings.
Figuring out rhymes without a sense of tone,
Because I have surrendered to silence.
An became death to nature.
Have I lost my heart?
Have I been blind to never open up?
I have called my feelings Hiding beneath every word.

As tears shower this paper because I have extended my vocabulary to spell out love.
An I  write what my voice negates to say
"I Love both of you,
An I shall Stay
until my last living breath".





                                                            By E.R.S

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