The Pursuit of Love
He does not chase with desperate stride,
But pursues with purpose, strength, and pride.
A man who knows his boundless worth,
Yet sees in you the stars and earth.
With gentle hands and thoughtful heart,
He approaches love as sacred art.
No desperation clouds his mind,
His intentions pure, his spirit kind.
In words both honest and sincere,
He makes his heart’s intentions clear.
His voice carries truth’s sweet song,
Building trust where it belongs.
He listens more than speaks his piece,
Letting silence bring its peace.
Your voice he values as his own,
In shared dialogue, love has grown.
Though scars of yesterday remain,
They’ve taught him wisdom through their pain.
Not shackled by the storms he’s weathered,
But stronger where his heart’s been tethered.
Your growth he nurtures like spring flowers,
Celebrates your rising powers.
In partnership, two spirits soar,
Each day bringing something more.
Your heart’s well-being guides his way,
Your peace of mind shapes every day.
With patience born of self-aware grace,
He gives your soul its breathing space.
In commitment’s garden, deep roots grow,
His loyalty a steady flow.
He doesn’t promise worlds above,
But makes you center of his love.
For in his eyes, you’ll clearly see
The only one you’ll ever be,
Not reaching for the stars above,
But grounded in his present love.
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