Who can love more than him?

Ask him to answer me…

Who could ever love more than him?

He hides galaxies of love behind quiet eyes,
A tender storm he never lets rise.
His heart speaks softly in unspoken hymns,
Even when he’s weary, he worries for me —
Tell me, who could love more than him?

He asks for nothing, yet gives like the sea,
A silent devotion flowing endlessly.
He spends his hours stitching my broken day,
Lifting my sorrows in his gentle way.
He sees my pain before I begin —
Ask him to answer…
Who could love more than him?

He is a friend, a lover, a sheltering sky,
A place where my soul learns to fly.
His presence is sunshine; his smile, a balm,
My chaos quiets in his calming palm.
Look into my eyes — you’ll find his hymn,
A love engraved —
Who could love more than him?

In his arms, the world forgets to burn,
My tears find refuge, my fears unlearn.
Without a word, without a whim,
He made my heart surrender to him.
So ask him again, and let light grow dim —
Who could ever love… more than him?

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