The Way You Hold the Moon

You hold the moon the way you hold my heart

carefully, as if light could break.

Your hands make gravity gentle

and your touch teaches stars to rest.

When you laugh, the night leans closer

as though it wants to listen too.

Even the wind forgets its path

to trace the warmth that lingers near you.

I never knew silence could hum

until you stood beside me.

The air became a song

and the sky began to breathe.

Love, you are not the whole universe

yet somehow, you make it feel smaller

and kinder

each time you look at me.