Harmony lives where edges agree,
Where fire learns patience from the sea.
Not sameness, no surrender of self,
But weight well-held on a steady shelf.
Two lives aligned by unspoken law,
Knowing when to step back, when to pause.
Desire exists, yet discipline stays,
A quiet order shaping their days.
It’s found in restraint that doesn’t resent,
In truth that’s felt but not fully spent.
In choosing the long, the good, the right,
Even when want leans hard at night.
Harmony is not the absence of strain,
It’s tension carried without breaking the chain.
A mutual knowing, calm and clear,
That peace is built by what you spare.
So they move with care through intersecting ground,
Neither lost, neither tightly bound.
In the space where chaos could easily start,
They keep a careful, congruent heart.
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