You love the parts I rarely know.
In every glance, you read my mind—
A rare, unmatched, eternal kind.
You never ask, yet always see,
The man I hide, the man I be.
You speak in silence, touch with grace,
And bring me peace in every place.
We don’t need grand or crowded scenes,
We talk in laughs and live in dreams.
With just one look, you softly give,
The proof of where my forever lives.
— The PastLife]]>