The Language of Arms

In the quiet fold of your embrace,

the world forgets its hurried pace.

No words are needed, none must be said,

your hug speaks truths that silence bred.

It gathers the pieces I thought were lost,

mends them gently, no matter the cost.

A shelter of warmth, a promise kept,

a place where sorrow softly wept.

In your arms, I find my home,

a compass when I feel alone.

The simplest gift, yet rich and grand

love written in the touch of hand.

Quote

A hug is the soul’s way of saying, ‘You are safe, you are loved, you are enough.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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