Written in My Bones
I do not wear your name in ink,
Nor hide it where the paper sinks.
I do not shout it in the crowd,
Or carve it in the sky out loud.
But oh, it’s written deep in me,
Not on my skin, but endlessly.
Etched in the marrow of my bones,
Where love resides and softly tones.
You’re in the laughter that I share,
The sighs I breathe, the quiet prayer.
In choices made and dreams pursued,
You are the core of all I do.
No diary knows what I confess—
This sacred bond I won’t suppress.
Not born of chance or fleeting thrill,
But from a place both deep and still.
They’ll never see your name tattooed,
Yet still, I’m permanently renewed.
For though the world may never see,
You are forever part of me.
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