If there is one person
in whose chest your storms fall silent,
one soul before whom your burdens
unclench into breath—
then know this:
You have already tasted
the rarest luxury of existence—
to find a home
not in a place,
but in a heartbeat.
For love is not the noise of passion,
but the calm that descends
when the right presence arrives—
and your spirit whispers,
“Here, finally, I may rest.”
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