You Enter My Little Heart

You open my door softly, ❤️

And I can do nothing but let you in.

With every step across my floor,

I am reminded of warmth,

The pieces of me that glow only for you.

I feel the weight of your laughter,

And the imprint it leaves on my walls:

A bright mural brushed across yesterday’s gray,

That even the sun envies.

Curtains sway as you pass.

I love the sound of your hum,

Low, sweet, wandering through the rooms.

Candles flicker as if leaning closer to listen,

The clock smiles on the mantelpiece.

Do you feel how alive they become with you?

I like you here, in my heart.

You are here not to use me,

But to stay, to bloom, to belong. ❤️

Once, when silence stretched too far,

I longed for voices.

I longed for footsteps.

I longed for this—

Your touch, your presence,

Your fearless way of entering without knocking,

As if you knew the key had always been yours.

With you comes revelation:

That I am not broken,

That my cracks are places where your light pours in.

You do not flinch at my hollows;

You fill them with gentle laughter.

And I, once empty,

Now swell with joy—

An echo that sings your name back to me.

I long for boards to be covered in colour,

And now, they are.

I long for sunlight to kiss my windows,

And now, it does—

because you open them.

I longed for the scent of life to flow through me:

The smell of coffee in the morning, ❤️

The warmth of bread,

The sweetness of your hair when you lean too close.

You gave all this, without asking.

I was nothing without you,

Nothing.

Just a silent shell.

But now I am a home,

And you—

You are the heartbeat within me.

Stay. ❤️❤️❤️

Stay always.

Not as an interloper,

Not as one who leaves dust behind,

But as the painter of my walls,

The keeper of my nights,

The one whose touch turns my silence into music.

I will not fear Time,

For even when it etches on us,

Even when it carves its marks,

It cannot strip away the moments you leave behind.

Every laugh, every glance,

Every fingertip against my skin

Will outlast the years.

Time will move on—

But love, our love,

Will remain carved into me.

Not as ruins,

But as radiance.

Possess me again, will you?

Stay forever?

Yes— ❤️❤️❤️

I know you will.

Because this is not abandonment.

This is not silence.

This is us.

This is home.