{"id":3087,"date":"2025-03-10T13:10:39","date_gmt":"2025-03-10T13:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3087"},"modified":"2025-03-13T11:37:58","modified_gmt":"2025-03-13T11:37:58","slug":"you-found-me-and-i-met-love-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/you-found-me-and-i-met-love-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"You Found Me and I met Love by walking shadow poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I had given up, I won\u2019t even lie,<br>Love had left me with tears to dry.<br>My heart was cracked, my trust was gone,<br>I swore I\u2019d never love anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But then you came, so soft, so kind,<br>Patient enough to ease my mind.<br>You didn\u2019t rush, you took your time,<br>Showed me love was still divine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Despite my flaws, despite my scars,<br>You saw my soul, not just the bars.<br>You taught me how to stand up tall,<br>To love myself despite it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I used to hide behind my fears,<br>Drowning deep in silent tears.<br>But you pulled me from the deep,<br>Gave me love that I could keep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If life gave me a choice again,<br>To pick a lover, a soulmate, a friend,<br>Without a doubt, I\u2019d still choose you,<br>For every day, you prove love\u2019s true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And if love needed votes to win,<br>I\u2019d steal them all and hand them in.<br>Not out of greed, not out of pride,<br>But just to keep you by my side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You lift me up when I feel small,<br>Remind me I\u2019m enough through all.<br>You see my worth when I forget,<br>A love so pure, I won\u2019t regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You didn\u2019t just hold my hand,<br>You helped me heal, helped me stand.<br>Through every trial, through every test,<br>With you, I know I have the best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So here\u2019s my heart, I give it whole,<br>To the one who mended my soul.<br>And by the way, in case you knew,<br>Thank you, love, for loving me too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-admin\/post.php?post=3121&amp;action=edit\">Add New Post \u2039 Walking Shadow Poetry \u2014 WordPress<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"THE GIFT. 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