My Pyrenean Heart

You came, a mountain, calm and white,
A silent guardian in the night.
My heart was stolen, my hands were numb,
But you, dear friend, have overcome.

You warmed the ice around my core,
And taught my frozen hands once more
To feel the world, to touch, to hold,
To weave a story brave and bold.

With patient eyes, you showed me how
To truly see, to hear right now.
To turn away from bitter sound,
From those whose presence brings no ground.

You nudged me with your noble head,
"Build your own home," your silence said.
Not walls of stone, but peace inside,
Where trust and gentle strength reside.

My Pyrenean, wise and grand,
You helped me find and understand
That home is built with love and grace,
In your calm, protective space.