When Love Strikes

The first spark was almost nothing,

a glance brushed across the silence,

a current slipping beneath the skin

before either of us spoke.

Then the rhythm came,

not steady,

but wild,

like a drum that refuses to be ignored.

I felt it in my chest,

in my throat,

in the trembling pause

between thought and action.

And suddenly the air was alive,

not just with you,

but with everything you made possible:

the laughter waiting to happen,

the storm of joy we hadn’t yet touched,

the unshaken certainty

that this moment was already changing us.

And then it turned;

not softer,

but deeper,

the kind of shift that rewrites the bones.

I realized it wasn’t just desire

knocking through my body,

it was devotion,

it was surrender,

it was the truth that nothing louder

exists than love fully claimed.

Now every beat is a blaze,

every breath a calling.

You set me alight

in a way that doesn’t burn out,

it builds,

it climbs,

it explodes into forever.