Every Day With You

It’s not in grand displays or crowded rooms,

Not firework skies or rose-scented blooms.

It’s in the quiet, steady hum—

The soft, small ways we say “I’ve come.”

You bring me coffee just how I like,

I fix the chain on your old bike.

You hum off-key while folding clothes,

I smile at you—you’ll never know

How safe I feel in simple things,

Like matching mugs and wedding rings.

We don’t need poems every night,

Just morning light that feels just right.

A hand to hold when days are slow,

A love that says, “I’m not letting go.”

We speak in glances, soft and few,

A language made for just us two.

You read, I write, our silence warm,

The comfort of a daily norm.

The world might chase a louder thrill,

But I would trade it all until

The only song I hear is this:

Your quiet laugh, your sleepy kiss.

Some call it ordinary love—

But they don’t know what we’re made of.

This isn’t sparks that fade too fast—

This is the kind of love that lasts.