Darling,you are the cream on my cake-
not for sweetness alone,
but for how you soften every edge,
how your presence makes the whole complete.

You arrive like morning light
on a window long shut,
and suddenly,
the room remembers warmth.

There is richness in you,
not loud or boastful,
but quiet,
like the way silence holds meaning
after music.

You don't need to try-
you just are,
and that is more than enough
for everything I am.