love language

"For you, I would," a gentle refrain,

Echoes of sacrifice, love's sweet strain.

Like autumn leaves that rustle free,

His love's unique language, spoken by him.

No need for grand gestures or might,

Just the quiet acts, that shine so bright.

In the silence, where shadows play,

He'd move mountains, to brighten her day.

For in her happiness, he find his own,

A love so selfless, forever sewn.

With every breath, he'd chase her fears,

And calm the storms, that bring her tears.

For her, he'd venture, into the unknown,

And find his way back, to her loving home.

This love language, pure and true,

Is spoken only, for her and her only.

So let these words, be his heart's guide,

'"For you, I would," my love, my pride.'

For in her laughter, he finds his song,

In her tears, his heart beats strong.

For her, he'd give, his every breath,

His love, his life, his forever death.