Question

A romantic poem to my boyfriend Bernard

Answer 1

Bernard, when morning leans its soft light toward us,
your name is the quiet song that opens the day.
You are the steady in my scatter, the laugh that untangles worry,
a compass that turns me toward simple things — bread, coffee, the sun.

I love how your hands remember directions my heart forgets,
how your voice sketches home across an ordinary room.
With you, time loosens its stern edges; minutes bloom like windows,
revealing small, endless reasons to stay near.

Walk with me through the slow weather of ordinary days:
I will bring blankets for the cold and a foolish grin for storms.
We will gather moments like wildflowers, careless and bright,
pressing them into the pages of our ordinary forever.

If ever doubt whispers maps without names, come find me—
I am here, patient as tide and eager as dawn,
choosing you again, Bernard, as if for the first time,
choosing the warmth of your hand to hold me home.