When Air meets Earth at midnight

In the quiet of midnight, when time stands still,
Two souls, tethered by fate and the sky,
Come together where elements collide
Where the breath of wind meets the earth's sigh

She is wind with roots, gentle, and thoughtful,
A curious mind wrapped in grace,
Born under the cusp where Taurus kisses Gemini,
She carries the calm of soil and the sparkle of stars,
Words are her waltz, ideas her rhythm,
But behind the laughter lives a soul that longs for home.

He is fire tucked inside the earth,
May-born and steady,
A quiet strength that doesn’t shout its love,
But shows it in ways only the attentive can see,
His heart, though slow to open,
Burns with the kind of loyalty that doesn’t flinch.

They are two halves of the same celestial grace,
She dreams aloud, he listens quietly,
She flows like the wind; He grounds like the rain,
Where she asks why, He says because I’m here,
Where he pauses in silence,
She fills the space with color and radiance.

He reminds her to rest,
She reminds him to rise,
He softens her storms, he's her calm,
She brightens his shadows, she's his light,
They do not always walk in sync,
But when they meet,
It’s not with noise, but with belonging.

A midnight meeting of souls,
Written in breath, in roots,
They are learning that,
Love isn’t just the fire and flight
It’s forgiveness even in the silence,
And eyes that always search,
One for the other across a room.

Their love languages are opposite,
She speaks in layered thoughts,
Questions wrapped in emotions like folded letters,
He speaks with gestures, quiet presence,
That kind of love, that holds your hand without asking.

Sometimes she wonders,
Does he feel the things I feel?
But he’s already written the answer,
In the way he remembers her favorite tea,
In the way his silence makes room for her voice,
Even though he wouldn’t tolerate it from another.

Sometimes he thinks,
Does she see the way I try?
But she already shows it,
In how she never stops choosing him,
In the way her smile brightens softly when he’s near,
Even when others so deeply, irritate her.

Some loves burn fast and fade,
But theirs is the kind that learns to breathe,
Because this love,
It isn’t made of fireworks,
But of candles lit over time,
Each one surviving the wind,

They’ve seen each other tired, raw, unsure,
Yet still say;
Even if we’re learning, I’m not leaving
And that is the magic,
Not that they are flawless,
But that they are faithful,
To growth, to presence to each other.

He brings her back to earth,
When she flies too far,
She lifts him higher,
When he doubts his own light,
Alone, they aren't unfinished,
But together they are refined,
Their love true, in a world full of deceit.

And if ever they forget what they are made of,
They need only to look at each other,
Look into their hearts, and souls,
At how they keep choosing each other every single time,
Even on the days they don’t feel the magic,
But it still feels like home.