The Fabric of Me

Every dawn

unfolds like the quiet soul

inside me

lifting itself

back into the light.

And the wind —

no longer

just drifting air —

carries a music now,

a soft, trembling melody

born the moment

you touched my world.

My eyes

still wander toward you,

not in search,

not in longing,

but simply to whisper

that my love

still lives

warm and unbroken

within you.

And this love—

I will never

let it fade.

It is woven

into the very threads

of who I am.