You walk in, a quiet storm,
Unaware of the wreckage you created.
You speak, and my heart splits open,
Not with pain, but with wonder,
A feeling so raw it leaves me breathless.
You make me ache for the unseen,
The corners of your soul
Where secrets sleep and dreams awaken.
I crave them, crave you—
The essence of who you are
And the whispers of who you might be.
You fill me with butterflies,
A symphony of wings in my chest,
Dizzying, wild, electric.
My body trembles,
Not from fear,
But from the joy of simply existing
In the orbit of your light.
And now I am here,
Open, trembling, alive.
Wondering if you feel it too—
This pull, this spark,
This unspoken knowing
That my heart
Was always meant to crave yours.
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