A Love That Knows the Way

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February arrives in its familiar gray,

Soft cold lingering around Valentine’s Day.

Hearts may flutter for a moment or two,

But mine has learned how to stay-with you.


I’ve lived long enough to know this truth:

Love deepens with time, not only with youth.

The calendar turns, the dates drift by,

Yet loving you feels timeless, untried.


My heart knows yours without needing words,

In lingering glances, in hands gently stirred.

With you, my dear, I feel unguarded, seen,

A quiet fire, slow-burning, serene.


In summer’s warmth or winter’s hush,

It’s not urgency I feel, but trust.

The nearness of you, the ease we share,

The way your presence is always there.


This love is not loud, it does not race,

It moves at a tender, knowing pace.

A brush of fingers, a lingering look,

A story written, not shaken, by the years we took.


So let dates and numbers fade away,

They’ve never measured us anyway.

Through every season, every test,

With you, my love, I am deeply at rest.

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