Love

A hand drawn near,
not to grasp — but to cradle.
Not to keep — but to care.
This hook holds the shape of tenderness:
a hand gently curved around a heart,
as if to say, “You’re safe here.”
It’s a gesture we’ve all known —
in the hush of bedtime routines,
in the small acts that say I see you, I’m here, You matter.
Hung by the door or beside the bed,
it offers more than function —
it offers feeling.
A quiet embrace carved into form.
Because sometimes, love is not spoken.
It’s simply held.