I used to think that love was loud and grand,
A sudden lightning strike across the land.
Then you walked in, so quiet and sincere,
And made the noisy, frantic winter clear.
It’s in the way your hand finds mine in sleep,
The quiet promises we didn't need to speak,
The way you know the shape of all my fears
And sit with me right through the sudden tears.
If time should take us far or slow us down,
Or fade the light and rustle every crown,
Remember this—long after we are gone:
You were my favorite place to lean upon.
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