The Way Silver Knows — A Valentine's poem by THOMAS SABO

It started with a glance across a room,
the way light catches on a sterling chain —
a heart pendant resting at her throat,
quiet as a promise, bright as rain.

He didn't have the words yet,
so he found them cast in silver instead.

An infinity charm placed on the table,
everything he couldn't say, said.

She clasped it to her wrist that evening,
beside a pavé heart she'd worn for years.

Two symbols now, linked on one bracelet —
a love story told in silver spheres.

He wears a band of blackened sterling,
925, forged somewhere in the south of Germany,
where hands still shape each curve by feel
and every edge is made deliberately.

She traces the engraving on her pendant —
his initials, pressed against her skin,
a date that only they remember,
the Tuesday that it all began.

Rose quartz glows the colour of a blush,
rose gold warm as fingers intertwined.

Sword and rose zirconia catches morning light
the way his eyes once caught hers — undefined,
then suddenly, unmistakable.

Love is not the grand gesture.
Love is the choosing.

The infinity sign that says no ending.
The heart motif that says I'm not refusing.

The charm she adds each year —
a story building, link by link.

The ring he never takes off,
heavier than you'd think.

Some things are made to carry feeling.
Sterling silver. Handcrafted. Worn close.

Not because they cost the world,
but because they hold what matters most.

This Valentine's Day, find the piece that tells your story.
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