somewhere

From somewhere distant hum, A homecoming, not for plum, But for the heart's quiet call, A love unspoken, standing tall. A tiny cut, a simple thing, Yet in its wake, a love takes wing. A father's touch, a tender grace, In simple acts, love finds its place. "Don't touch," he softly said, "I'll cook, I'll tend," he instead. No drama's flair, no boastful show, Just quiet love's gentle flow. This world of fleeting ties, Where ghosting whispers, trust denies, This steady love, a beacon bright, A caring heart, a guiding light. Not loud, not perfect, yet so true, A love that's real, steadfast and new. A quiet strength, a gentle hand, Love's simple grace, across the land.