Future Vow

You will not find me in the rush,
nor in the chase of fleeting gold.
I live in the quiet places —
where meaning lingers, and love takes hold.

I’m not seeking fireworks,
but a hearth that stays warm.
A man whose word is shelter,
whose gaze becomes form.

Let your presence be the pillar,
and mine, the sacred space.
Together — not in noise,
but in unshakable grace.

I’ll meet you not in stories told,
but in the life we choose to write —
hand in hand,
with roots below
and stars in sight.