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A quiet hand that holds my own,
a silent promise, softly shown.
No need for words or grand display,
just you and I, at close of day.

A safe harbor, a gentle breeze,
a warmth that puts my soul at ease.
In your eyes, I see my worth,
the truest love on all the Earth.

And in that gaze, I am made whole,
a peace that fills my weary soul.
To be so seen, so understood,
a love so pure, so deep, so good.