A Vow Without a Voice

I’m not a poem always written right,

sometimes I break, sometimes I fade from sight.

But still you read me line by line,

with patient hands and steady eyes.

You never needed me to shine,

just showed up, time after time.

Your love is a vow without a voice,

given freely, without a choice.

Like breath that lingers in the air,

invisible but always there.

And when the world runs from the storm,

you stay behind, quiet and warm.

No need for words, no grand display

just love that never walks away.

You held me close when I came undone,

no judgment passed, no need to run.

You saw the mess I tried to hide,

and chose to stay right by my side.

You never asked me to explain,

you simply stayed through all the rain.

Your love is a vow without a voice,

given freely, without a choice.

Like breath that lingers in the air,

invisible but always there.

And when the world runs from the storm,

you stay behind, quiet and warm.

No need for words, no grand display

just love that never walks away.

Not perfect love, not polished gold,

but something deeper, brave and bold.

The kind that knows, and still remains

through every joy, through every pain.

Your love is a vow without a voice,

given freely, without a choice.

It lives in silence, breath, and stay

a love that never walks away.