He came into this beautifully,
broken world.
He made no sound,
just listened to his feet
as the voices of a familiar
home he had found
hummed to each other.
A soul intertwined with generations of stories,
threaded wounds he had never asked for.
Weight so heavy on the shoulders,
He mistook his riches for poor.
They gave him their shadows -
and their scars, too.
A young boy
with stories of his own to carry,
searching for love in all,
With many secrets to bury.
One day, he came to me.
One of the loveliest humans
I had ever seen.
A door left open, it seems -
just for me.
In his heavy life,
One he carries alone -
he found some room,
to hold love for me.
And I became
his familiar home.
a special one for my hubby-to-be. i see you, and i love you, always.