The Hands That Built Our World

In the quiet spaces where love resides,
You are the steady breath beside me,
The warmth that fills the cracks of long days,
The harbour where my restless soul anchors.

You hold space for me—
Not just in the rooms we share,
But in the unseen corners of my heart,
Where dreams flicker,
And fears tremble on the edge of words.
You listen—not to reply,
But to understand.
You see me, wholly,
And love me, fiercely.

Together, we've carved paths across continents,
Leaving footprints in the sands of distant shores.
We've paddled lakes where the sky kisses the water,
Hiked mountains that dared us to climb higher,
Felt the sun burn in Australia’s summer,
And watched the snow fall soft in Canada’s winter.
Every journey, every mile,
A thread in the tapestry of us.

We've raised hearts with paws and tails,
Furry companions who’ve shared in our laughter
And curled close in our silences.
In their eyes, I see reflections of the home we've built—
A home filled with warmth,
And a love that stretches beyond words.

You are smart, compassionate,
A man who wears his feminism with pride,
Who hears me when the world feels too loud,
Who reminds me, gently,
That life isn’t measured in spotless counters
But in the moments we choose to pause—
To breathe, to laugh, to just be.

You balance me,
Not by weighing me down,
But by lifting me up.
In your gaze, I see a thousand sunsets,
A million unspoken promises.
And God, those eyes—
How could I not be hopelessly, endlessly in love
With the man behind them?

I am in awe of you—
Of your mind, your heart, your unwavering spirit.
But I am also in love with your body,
Every line, every curve,
A map of the life we've built together.
You are, in every sense, my dream.

We've built so much—
Not just walls and roofs,
But a life rich with stories,
A love that feels like home,
And I feel so blessed, so lucky,
To keep building with you.
To keep choosing you,
Every single day,
For all the days we’re given.