Sometimes, love arrives in the smallest package, and leaves the biggest space behind.
Zen came to me with a mission only he quite understood — and in fulfilling it, he restored me.
This is a tribute to the soft wonder he was.
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Sometimes, love arrives in the smallest package, and leaves the biggest space behind. Zen came to me with a mission only he quite understo... -
This poem is a celebration of my muse— his magical presence stirs my soul and inspires my heart. My creativity blossoms as I embrace his pre... -
A quiet walk beneath the coconut palms became something more. What began as a simple noticing turned into a slow and tender unfolding—of ...