Isn't It Romantic Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Isn't it romantic?
We could leave the Christmas lights a little longer—
not out of laziness,
but because they feel like us:
a warm defiance against the ordinary.
This is our home,
and the rules bend gently in our hands.

There's something about you—
not dazzling, not loud,
but a quiet spell I fall into
every time you enter the room.
Have I known you twenty seconds
or twenty lifetimes?
Time stops arguing when I'm near you.

Can I go where you go?
Can this closeness be the kind
that lingers through every season—
unfolding slowly,
never tiring of its own softness?

Let the world crash gently into the living room—
we'll welcome the chaos,
make coffee for our friends,
fall asleep mid-conversation.
And still, I'll watch you
with that same cautious wonder,
as if everyone who looks at you
might fall in love too.

Three summers,
and none of them have been enough.
I want them all—
the humid nights, the stormed-out mornings,
the way you reach for my hand
like you've always known where it fits.

Can I go where you go?
Can we be this close
forever—
not in fireworks,
but in the steady flame that never asks to be seen?

If they ask me to stand,
I will—
with every scar shaped like music,
every vow shaped like you.
You've always been the reason behind the rhyme.

My heart's been borrowed, yours has been blue,
but look—how it all led here.
I'll be dramatic, yes,
but only because you move