Four Letters

Only four letters,

one syllable,
red in colour—
so primal, so pristine
to describe what you mean
to me.

A pinched circle
that makes everything whole
in the vast expanse
of preserved distance.

A symbol of trust,
of lasting comfort,
of words meant
yet unspoken.

Held to a standard
that rises above us—
solid yet gentle,
strong yet flexible.

I ask nothing more
and give nothing less.

Like every breath you take:
necessary,
yet unnoticed.

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