Words of eloquence were never my forte, nor were yours
Yet your actions spoke louder than any grand oration or boisterous roars,
With deeds that resonated deeper than mere verbosity ever could,
You taught me a language, not spoken yet universally understood.

I remember the times in life's crossroads that I faltered,
Like a lost sailor on uncharted seas,
Yet, like the North Star, you illuminated my path,
With the wisdom of a seasoned compass,
You steered me towards the shore, steadfast.

In those moments, my words a drought-stricken river,
Could not flow with the force needed.
Uncertainties loomed and darkness prevailed,
Yet your silent support unveiled,
Making these metaphors I spun seem frail,
Like a thunderous roar, they hush the wails,
Of the feeble verses spilled.

Your words may be few, but their might breaks through,
Deeper than waters that carve canyons to stone.
It was as if you knew, that in those moments,
When words becomes fleeting echoes and doubt tries to plunder,
Actions carried the weight of an anchor,
Steadying the tempest that rages.

In this world where...