The room is dark and cool,
Thomas Otten softly plays
as the dog snores gently between us.
Countless nighttimes of comfort and routine,
a precious gift, soul to soul;
the trust, the love, the connection,
to end the day in quiet communion,
weaving a spell of possibility.
How did I ever deserve this?
Deserving or not, I will treasure these quiet moments.
Something so simple and yet profound.
Two hearts one.
4 thoughts on “Quiet Moments”
Ah! A healthy relationship is what we all deserve!
The arms of true love – too many think it is passion and fire but the truth is more a sense of safety and softness.
You are so right. ❤️