I wake to laughter, soft and true,  

A warmth I never fully knew.  

No second-guessing, no walking eggshells ,  

No echoes calling in the night.  

 

Yet still my hands shake when you stay,  

A voice inside that warns, be brave.  

I touch the quiet, trace its glow,  

And dare to trust the love I know.  

 

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