Poems for the days you forget you are loved. ❤️
They say there are thousands of languages on Earth.
The more people there are, the more ways there are to speak, to feel, and to understand.

Yet I wonder if there is one language that lives beneath them all.
A language spoken through actions, silence, sacrifice, kindness, grief, hope, and healing.
A language called love.
Its meaning changes from person to person.
Its expression changes from heart to heart.

Yet somehow, every version seems to say the same thing:
You are loved.

These poems are written in that language.
Some are gentle.
Some are aching.
Some are hopeful.
Some are still searching.
But each one carries the same message in its own way.
So if these pages have found you, perhaps you were meant to hear it once more:
You are loved.