You are not just a person, you are a universe,
A cosmos that lives within my fragile heart.
With you, I do not simply exist—I bloom,
Like a flower kissed awake by the tender sun.
Your love is the air I never knew I needed,
It fills my lungs, yet leaves me breathless.
It is the silence between my thoughts,
The quiet that makes me whole.
When I look at you, time stumbles,
The world fades into a shadow of what it could be.
For in your eyes, I see infinity,
A love so vast, so boundless, it eclipses all pain.
Your voice is the music I long to hear,
Even in the echoes of my deepest fears.
Your touch is not just skin to skin—
It reaches the places no one else has ever been.
And if I must, I’d break myself open,
Pour every drop of my soul into you.
For to love you is not to hold,
But to set you free—and still remain whole.
You are the pulse of my being,
The reason my heart knows how to beat.
And in this life, or a thousand beyond,
I am yours, eternally complete
A cosmos that lives within my fragile heart.
With you, I do not simply exist—I bloom,
Like a flower kissed awake by the tender sun.
Your love is the air I never knew I needed,
It fills my lungs, yet leaves me breathless.
It is the silence between my thoughts,
The quiet that makes me whole.
When I look at you, time stumbles,
The world fades into a shadow of what it could be.
For in your eyes, I see infinity,
A love so vast, so boundless, it eclipses all pain.
Your voice is the music I long to hear,
Even in the echoes of my deepest fears.
Your touch is not just skin to skin—
It reaches the places no one else has ever been.
And if I must, I’d break myself open,
Pour every drop of my soul into you.
For to love you is not to hold,
But to set you free—and still remain whole.
You are the pulse of my being,
The reason my heart knows how to beat.
And in this life, or a thousand beyond,
I am yours, eternally complete
