You fold the sheets in morning light
Whistle soft and hold them tight
Socks unmatched but still so neat
Like a song with an offbeat
You don’t see it when you shine
But your rhythm comforts mine
You don’t name the things you give
But I see the way you live
Laundry lights and cotton air
You bring magic unaware
Even towels hold your touch
In the folds I miss so much
Love’s not loud, but still ignites—
In the hum of laundry lights
You don’t dance, but you still sway
In the quiet, everyday
Not a poem or a flight—
But you’re warm in laundry light