The quiet beat,
of your steady heart,
is my solace,
in chaos,
your eyes,
my lighthouse,
in the storm…
You find me,
when I have stopped looking,
in the desolate shores,
soaked in the high tides of the ocean…
You find me,
in a place of no sound,
when I am lost to be found…
and the quiet beat,
of your steady heart,
is my solace,
in chaos,
and your eyes,
my lighthouse,
in the storm.
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