where My Love Stood Alone

By: Maatla Garogwe 🌷 I built a home inside your name, with quiet hope and gentle flame, each word you spoke, I held like gold, while mine returned, untouched, untold. I loved you loud in silent ways, through hidden nights and aching days, you never saw, or chose not to— a heart stood faithful, loving you. Still in the ache, a light remains, God gathers up my unseen pains, for even love that stands alone, is never lost—He calls it known.