Take one open heart,
softened by sunrise and honest words.
Fold in a handful of laughter—
the kind that rises warm and unexpected.
Add trust, finely chopped,
and patience, slow-simmered
until it glows like evening light.
Season with courage,
a pinch at first, then more.
Stir in two souls
who choose each other daily,
even on storm-cloud afternoons.
Let the mixture rest
in the quiet of shared understanding.
Serve with hope,
garnished in small kindnesses.
And remember:
this recipe has no final draft—
only infinite taste tests
between hearts that keep growing.
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