The map unfurls,
irrelevant.
Any point touched by your light
becomes the center.

Late nights breathe,
under a sky dusted with stars,
and the pull,
irresistible,
of a gaze that anchors me.

Let them watch,
the curious eyes,
the fleeting judgments.
Within your orbit,
I am home.

No gilded cage,
no borrowed glamour,
just the quiet hum
of two souls entwined,
making the mundane shimmer.

Absence,
a hollow echo.
The world muted,
awaiting the vibrant hue
of your return.

Moonlight spills,
a silent invitation
to a space where only
tenderness resides,
painting moments eternal.

Each shared step,
a soft rhythm against the quiet,
anywhere, everywhere,
soaked in the indelible rain
of this boundless affection.