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The quietness of love

Your love was not the bold pretentious kind,

That presses hard with promise, flowery phrase

But quietly patient with a mind inclined

To understatement and to factual praise.

You listened when I felt depressed, subdued

And when I was elated, there to cheer.

You gently nudged me from a changing mood,

My doubts and agitation and my fear.

You had your principles, the lines you drew

But action more than words were your domain.

You fixed the roof when I had not a clue

And sorted shelves, machines I found a pain.

You were my rock, deep, sure and always there,

Sustaining with a love I knew would care.