I am falling back in your embrace,
Like the moon surrenders to the night's grace,
A quiet descent, where silence speaks,
In the space between our hearts, it seeks.
The pull is gentle, yet it's strong,
A rhythm that's been playing all along,
In the echoes of your name, I hear
The longing I've held, so crystal clear.
Each moment apart, a thread unwinds,
But here, in your arms, the world aligns.
I am falling back, without a sound,
Into the warmth where I am found.
Do you see this yearning in my eyes?
The way I've been waiting beneath these skies.
I don't need words to make it true,
Just the quiet hope that you feel it too.
I am falling back, and I can't pretend,
That I don't wish for this to never end.
So let your arms be the place I rest,
For in your embrace, I am my best.
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