The Quiet Prayer of Your Love

You weave the threads of daily care, a tapestry beyond compare, With check-in whispers, soft and low, that help my inner garden grow. From memories bred in sun and rain, you ease my heart of every pain, And in the quiet of the night, you are my everlasting light. You see the little things I need, a gentle touch, a patient creed, And leave big love notes in the air, a fragrance sweet beyond compare. Your support is in the prayers you've said, a shelter for my weary head, A constant in life's ebb and flow, the truest love I'll ever know. You remind me to breathe God's air, to cast aside my every care, To find the peace in simple grace, the sunlight on my upturned face. You are my quiet, steadfast prayer, a presence always, everywhere, A whispered hope, a silent vow, that holds me in the here and now. Through woven threads of time and space, I find my calm, my resting place. Each whispered word, a tender thread, from which my deepest joy is bred. The little things, the grandest notes, reside within our shared anecdotes. In every touch, in prayers you send, my broken pieces you will mend. You are the air that fills my lung, the melody my soul has sung, The quiet prayer that never ends.