The Weight of Peace
I’ve got some tea for y’all,
but I’m not sure you can handle it.
This isn’t the kind you just listen to —
you’ve got to understand the weight of it,
the seriousness,
the intensity of what I’m about to say.
You once told me
that as long as I’m happy, you’d stand by me.
But right now, it’s deeper than happiness.
Being around her doesn’t just make me smile —
it brings me peace.
The kind of peace
like water resting quietly in a pot.
She once told me she feels safe around me.
And that alone said a lot.
She’s a Proverbs 31 woman, no doubt.
Not because she flatters me.
Not because she opened the door of her life to me.
But because she truly carries herself
like an ideal woman.
In my mind, that’s where she lives now.
And I hope one day
she finds it worthy enough
to sign the contract for permanent residence.
Make me a proud man among my kinsmen.
Lift my name high in the circle of my boys.
Place a crown upon my head…
And allow me —
allow me the honor
of making her my queen
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