For you, Romeo—
When the morning spills its quiet gold
Across the edges of my restless night,
It is your name that wakes first on my lips,
Soft as prayer, fierce as flame—
Romeo.
You move through my thoughts
Like wind through tall summer grass—
Unseen, unstoppable,
Making everything lean gently toward you.
Even silence bends
To hear your laughter.
If love were a sky,
You would be my horizon—
The place where all my wandering
Finally makes sense.
If love were a tide,
You would be the moon
Pulling the deepest parts of me
Into silver confession.
I have found in you
Not only passion—
Though it burns bright—
But a home.
A steady heartbeat
Where my fears grow quiet
And my wildest dreams dare to speak.
Romeo,
In your arms I am both storm and stillness,
Both question and answer.
You kiss me
As if the world is fragile
And we are the secret
Holding it together.
Stay with me
In every sunrise we have yet to see,
In every dark that tries to name us small.
Let our love be reckless with hope,
Tender with truth,
And brave enough
To last.
Yours—
In every lifetime.
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