I love you in ways words can’t always confess,
in the quiet, where your thoughts rest,
in the pauses between your fears and your faith.
See, I don’t just touch your skin, I touch your peace.
I study your silence until it speaks.
I learn you, like verses I can’t forget.
Your love language ain’t just gifts or words,
it’s understanding how you breathe when you’re unsure,
how you fix your hair when you’re trying to hold it together.
I see all that.
And still, I choose to love you louder.
I talk to your mind until your body listens.
Your soul responds before your lips do.
I’m that calm that makes your heart smile
and that tension that makes your knees buckle.
You feel me before I even touch you,
that’s how deep I speak your name.
I don’t rush it.
I take my time where other men stop.
I move in rhythm with your pulse,
that unspoken music only we can hear.
I feed your spirit so your body craves me different.
I don’t love you for the world to see,
I love you so the world feels it through you.
Every time you breathe my name,
you remember what it feels like to be seen.
Not watched, not wanted,
seen.
That’s the difference.
I make you blush in silence.
Make you think about me mid-laugh.
Make you pray that love could always feel like this..
safe, real, undeniable.
You ain’t just mine,
you’re made for me.
Built from the pieces I’ve been missing.
And every time I touch you,
the universe exhales,
like it’s been waiting for us to get it right this time.
Because this love…
this ain’t performance,
this ain’t game.
This is fluency,
me speaking you
in every dialect your heart has ever needed.
I Love You 🌹
