I don’t love you in loud ways,

not in fireworks or grand display—

I love you in quiet moments,

in the things I never say.

In the pause before I fall asleep,

in the first thought when I wake,

in every little hope I hold,

in every gentle breath I take.

You feel like home to my restless mind,

like a hand I don’t have to see to hold—

a warmth that stays even on cold days,

a story my heart already told.

I may not always find perfect words,

but if you could look inside me, you’d know—

my love isn’t just a feeling that comes and goes,

it’s the soft place where all my truest emotions grow.

And if love is simply choosing someone,

again and again, in the smallest ways—

then I choose you in every heartbeat,

in all my nights and all my days. 💗

                                                                  -Sangeeta

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