He bandaged me with his love

I may not have completely healed but he did patch the open wounds Bandaging the scars with his presence that holds unspoken tunes Tunes that awaken love and open-heartedly includes All the fragmented pieces, now lovingly construed. A gentle hand upon my arm, a knowing, steady gaze, Guiding me through shadowed nights and uncertain, winding maze. His quiet strength, a balm that soothes, in countless, tender ways. And slowly, peace begins to bloom, dispelling all the haze, Reflecting comfort in his eyes, through all our coming days. A quiet joy, a gentle calm, in interwoven ways.