You start with a look,
not grand, not rehearsed,
just a flicker
like something old waking inside you,
and I answer before thinking,
as if my chest knew the reply
before my lips caught up.
The air thickens with possibility.
Every pause grows electric.
It’s not the fireworks,
not the spectacle,
but the steady pulse between us
that dares to stay.
Then,
something shifts.
The ordinary dissolves,
and suddenly we are both untethered,
rising into a moment too wide for language.
Time, usually so heavy,
sways loose like fabric in the wind.
I see you differently now,
not just the shape of your face,
but the gravity in your silence,
the courage tucked behind your laughter,
the ache that taught you tenderness.
And I know,
even if the world turns brittle,
even if tomorrow steals the shine,
tonight I stand inside a truth
too alive to be denied:
to love you is to remember myself
in a brighter tongue,
to keep believing
that what feels impossible
might already be ours.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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Beautiful, and lovely. ♥︎
Well written i love this and picture too ⭐️⭐️⭐️👌