The moment I laid eyes on you,
a tide of feeling rushed through me
as though my heart had recognized
a light my soul was meant to see.
You carried something rare and wild:
an endless depth of love and grace,
a quiet fire of boundless dreams,
a longing mirrored in your gaze.
And when we finally spoke at last,
it felt as though time disappeared;
like two souls meeting once again
after lifetimes spent apart, yet near.
Each word between us flowed with ease,
a rhythm neither could deny
your steady voice, your thoughtful mind,
the truth and wisdom in your eyes.
With you, the smallest moments shine:
laughter lingering in the air,
encouragement in every glance,
a kind of comfort strong and rare.
You leave me stronger than before,
inspired in ways I can’t defend;
the kind of presence one holds close,
the kind you hope will never end.
So tell me honestly, my love
are we merely passing friends?
Or is this something deeper still,
a story only now beginning?
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
The moment I laid eyes on you,
a tide of feeling rushed through me
as though my heart had recognized
a light my soul was meant to see.
You carried something rare and wild:
an endless depth of love and grace,
a quiet fire of boundless dreams,
a longing mirrored in your gaze.
And when we finally spoke at last,
it felt as though time disappeared;
like two souls meeting once again
after lifetimes spent apart, yet near.
Each word between us flowed with ease,
a rhythm neither could deny
your steady voice, your thoughtful mind,
the truth and wisdom in your eyes.
With you, the smallest moments shine:
laughter lingering in the air,
encouragement in every glance,
a kind of comfort strong and rare.
You leave me stronger than before,
inspired in ways I can’t defend;
the kind of presence one holds close,
the kind you hope will never end.
So tell me honestly, my love
are we merely passing friends?
Or is this something deeper still,
a story only now beginning?
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