The solace found in arms that…

The solace found in arms that open wide,
a safe harbor from the restless, churning sea.
The steady presence, solid as a stone,
a constant beacon in the darkest storm.
The simple act of being truly seen,
of having flaws embraced and understood.
A listening ear for every whispered fear,
a shoulder strong on which to lean and rest.
This tapestry of kindred spirits bright,
a warmth that chases every chill away.
A quiet understanding, deep and true,
the precious gift of knowing you are loved.