Your presence is a quiet storm,
a tide that pulls me without force,
soft hands shaping the world around me
with a touch that lingers beyond time.
In your eyes, the night is endless,
not dark, but deep-
a place where I lose and find myself
in the same breath.
Your laughter hums beneath my skin,
a melody only my soul can hear.
Every word you speak is written
somewhere inside me,
where nothing fades.
If the world were silent,
if the sky forgot to hold the stars,
still, you would be enough.
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