In the Narrow Streets

In the Narrow Streets

The streets were thick with smoke and rain,

with broken stone and weary feet,

where hunger pressed on every door,

and sorrow walked each crowded street.

The air was sharp with ash and toil,

with voices worn and tempers low,

yet in that world of little grace,

your quiet strength began to show.

No silks adorned your fragile frame,

no gentle life had come your way,

yet there was something in your eyes,

that made the darkest corner stay.

My hands were rough from endless work,

my coat was thin against the cold,

yet when you stood so close to me,

I felt a warmth no fire could hold.

We spoke in corners, low and close,

where lantern light could barely stay,

your breath a whisper in the dark,

your fingers brushing mine in sway.

No promise made for all to hear,

no vow beneath a watchful eye,

just two who found, in little space,

a truth the world could not deny.

The world was hard, it took its share,

it bent our backs, it wore us thin,

yet still we carved from narrow streets,

a place where love could still begin.

And if our names were never kept,

and time forgot we lived at all,

it would not change the simple truth,

we gave our hearts, we gave our all.

For love is not in wealth or name,

nor held by those who rise above,

it lives within the poorest streets,

and still, it is enough, it is love.

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