Dear Jean
As I lay in bed, chasing sleep’s embrace,
Your face appears, and the world finds its place.
The weight I carry, the chaos in my mind,
Fades into stillness, with you, I unwind.
Your chaos, Jean, is a soothing storm,
A fire that burns, yet keeps me warm.
It’s strange how you calm my restless sea,
A beautiful force setting my soul free.
Hey Jean,
I hope you don’t mind the way your smile stays,
How it lights up my nights and clears my haze.
It isn’t just a smile—it’s a quiet refrain,
Promising hope amidst the pain.
And your eyes, those tender doe-like eyes,
Hold the sky, where all my sorrow lies.
When they meet mine, they softly say,
“Everything will be fine—just stay.”
Your laugh is a melody, light and pure,
A fleeting sound, but its joy endures.
Even in chaos, your voice feels like home,
A place I can rest, a shelter I’ve known.
You don’t see the way you anchor my days,
How your presence shifts the shadows to rays.
Jean, you’re more than a thought passing through—
You’re the calm I cling to, the chaos I pursue.
So tonight, as I lay under the stars’ soft glow,
I wanted to tell you, I thought you should know:
You’re the storm and the stillness, my peace and my strife,
The beautiful chaos that steadies my life.