Safe Love

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 I did not rise on strength alone,

My bones were tired; my hope overthrown.

I walked through days that felt untrue,

A fragile heart the dark once knew.


I came undone where silence stayed,

Where fear and doubt had softly laid.

You met me there to understand,

No need to pull, just held my hand.


You loved me slow; you loved me kind,

With patient grace and an open mind.

You saw the cracks I tried to hide,

And never once asked me to divide.


You held my pain without repair,

No rush to fix; no weight to bear.

You let me grieve what life had been,

And made me safe and finally seen.


Some nights your love was quiet light,

A steady glow against the night.

No grand display; no promised art,

Just constant warmth around my heart.


And somewhere in your staying true,

My breath returned; my courage too.

I stand alive, my pulse in sight,

All because you loved me right.


©️ Wonderland Wanderess 2026

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