Romantic Poem for Hubby

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 Here’s a romantic poem you can share with him:

When You Walk Through the Door
The world feels lighter when you’re near,
Your footsteps whisper, love is here.
The day dissolves, the night turns bright,
Because your smile outshines the light.

No grander gift, no sweeter sound,
Than knowing you are homeward bound.
So take my hand, let time stand still—
Tonight, it’s just us, and love’s warm thrill.

Would you like me to make another one that’s shorter and more playful, or write a few lines you can text him before he gets home?

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