Magènta

Magénta 

I would be your warmth when the nights turn cold,

A quiet blanket, steady and close.

And when the heat steals sleep from you,

I’ll become the breath that lulls you into peace.

As the seasons run after hours;

I chose to stay still under your feathers.

Rare as dawn that kisses closed eyes,

Soft as promises never spoken aloud.

I’d learn your silences like sacred hymns,

And answer them with presence, not sound.

If storms forget their way to your door,

I’ll stand where the thunder learns to bow.

If joy arrives too suddenly,

I’ll hold it gently, so it doesn’t fade out.

In a world that rushes past love,

I would be the pause you never lose.

Not loud, not fleeting, not borrowed,

Just here, choosing you, always, in every hue…