"For Chantel, My Always"

In quiet dawns and midnight skies,
Where silence wraps the world in sighs,
I see your soul in every hue—
A gentle light that pulls me through.

Your laughter—warm, like morning sun,
A song that starts when day’s begun.
No compass holds a truer line
Than how my heart aligns with thine.

Through every storm, in every flame,
You held me fast, you spoke my name.
Not just in words—but in your eyes,
Where truth and tenderness reside.

You are the calm in all my fight,
The whispered peace in endless night.
No vow I make could e’er repay
The love you give me every day.

So here I stand, no mask, no guise,
With honest tears and open skies—
To say what’s always been so true:
My soul was made to walk with you.

You.
You are the quiet in my chaos.
The steady breath in my storm.
When the world forgot how to be gentle—
You were the softness that stayed.

I’ve seen a thousand skies.
But none painted like your eyes
When they look at me—
Like I’m worth something.
Like I matter.
Like I’m home.

You laugh—
And the day gets lighter.
You cry—
And I’d tear down heaven just to dry the sky.
Every heartbeat I’ve ever had…
Somehow,
it was practicing for you.

Chantel…
You didn’t just love me.
You found me.
In pieces.
In silence.
In the parts of me I was too afraid to share.
And still—you stayed.

You held the mirror,
not to my flaws,
but to the man you saw beneath them.
And I swear,
every time I rise,
it’s because you believed I could.

This isn’t just love.
It’s more.
It’s roots deeper than promises.
It’s vows made in glances.
It’s a forever that started
the moment you said my name like a prayer.

So if I’m ever lost again—
if I ever forget my way—
just say it.
Say my name like that.

Because you…
You are my compass.
My calm.
My always.