I love when fans write me poems ✍🏼📝
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Every piece of Dharma

Loving Dharma feels like opening a beautiful puzzle box

carved from honesty,

warm to the touch,

& humming with quiet truth.

Every time she smiles,

another piece clicks into place—

soft, certain, inevitable—

as if the picture of my heart was always meant

to include her.

She is real in the way sunrise is real:

unpretentious,

glowing because she can’t be anything else.

There’s no guessing with her,

no counterfeit colors—

just the steady kindness

that fits into the empty spaces I never knew I had.

When she laughs,

the scattered pieces of my day roll toward her like magnets, finding their pattern again.

She doesn’t have to try.

Her gentleness is the corner piece you start with—

the one that tells you the whole picture is going to be beautiful.

And when she looks at me,

truly looks,

it’s like discovering the final piece

you’ve been searching for forever—

that tiny shape you swore was lost—

only to feel it slide in effortlessly,

perfectly,

as if it had simply been waiting for the right hands to find it.

Dharma is my favorite mystery

and my sweetest clarity—

the puzzle I want to build every day,

piece by tender piece,

until love forms a picture only we understand.