A Love Letter To You
I love you—
like the smell of sweet, fresh pancakes
on a morning wrapped in quiet,
when the world is soft, and time slows down,
a small joy filling the air.
I love you—
like the colors of autumn trees,
bold and gentle all at once,
a whispered reminder of change,
and yet, a constant beauty in life.
I love you—
like the sun’s gentle warmth
on my face, eyes closed,
a gift enjoyed until it’s gone,
but so cherished when it’s here.
I love you—
like the touch of warm water,
soft and steady, wrapping around me,
washing away the heaviness of the world,
leaving only peace in its place.
This is not love that asks,
not love that claims.
It's not love that hurts,
not love that owns.
It is the gratitude of presence,
of simply knowing you’re around
a part of my day,
making it softer, lighter,
a more whole.
I love you Women.
like the smell of sweet, fresh pancakes
on a morning wrapped in quiet,
when the world is soft, and time slows down,
a small joy filling the air.
I love you—
like the colors of autumn trees,
bold and gentle all at once,
a whispered reminder of change,
and yet, a constant beauty in life.
I love you—
like the sun’s gentle warmth
on my face, eyes closed,
a gift enjoyed until it’s gone,
but so cherished when it’s here.
I love you—
like the touch of warm water,
soft and steady, wrapping around me,
washing away the heaviness of the world,
leaving only peace in its place.
This is not love that asks,
not love that claims.
It's not love that hurts,
not love that owns.
It is the gratitude of presence,
of simply knowing you’re around
a part of my day,
making it softer, lighter,
a more whole.
I love you Women.