Love, like light, moves across distances unseen, bending reality until two people stand face to face, their existence shaped by the quiet gravity of connection.
It is the great revealer—the force that takes the unknown and makes it known, the abstract and makes it intimate. In love, our world adjust. Now them become Center of our universe. Their voice becomes music. The sky, once ordinary, turns into something magic.
In love, we find us as much as we find another. We shines in each other's light, romantise each other's presence, steady one another when the weight of being ordinary tarnish love's glow. In love, we see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
This is the magic of love it connect us to endure. Waiting once a dead beat is loving to feel and in doing so, to defy all that seeks to diminish us—space, time, sorrow, and even darkness itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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