Unshaken

I do not crave the brush of your skin,
nor the fire that lovers chase within.
Yet in your presence, my world aligns,
a rhythm steady, a love defined.

Not by longing, not by flame,
but by the way you speak my name.
By how your silence calms my storms,
by all the ways your heart transforms.

I do not yearn for fleeting touch,
but losing you would hurt too much.
For love is more than body's call—
you are my soul’s home, after all.