I thought about your love,
and how it was significantly different from all of the others.
I thought about your words and how every time you spoke it sounded like a quiet rainfall sent to quench the drought in my soul.
I thought about your laughter and how it sent echoes of life through my worn out soul.
I thought about your hands, and how the thought of them tangled in mine made me forget the weight life had handed them to carry. You gave me comfort,
after I drained myself giving it to those around me.
And you may think that’s what makes you different-
but it’s the fact that never have I asked of you,
and never you stopped giving…

In the quiet moments of solitude, I find myself enveloped by the memory of your love. It stands apart, a beacon amidst a sea of others, distinct in its essence. Your words, a soft rainfall, each drop a soothing balm for the drought within my soul. With every utterance, they brought life to the barren lands of my being.

Your laughter, a symphony of joy, resonated through the weary corridors of my spirit, breathing new vigor into my worn-out soul. Your hands, a refuge from the burdens of life, entwined with mine, casting away the weight I had carried for so long. In your embrace, I found solace, a respite after depleting myself in service to those around me.

What sets you apart, however, is not just the comfort you bring, but the selfless nature of your giving. Never have I asked, and yet, ceaselessly, you pour forth love and support. This, my love, is the true essence of your difference, a boundless wellspring of generosity that knows no end.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer