#timelesslove
If only time turned back,
to when our stars aligned,
destiny whispered.
Two souls met within that chance,
sharing one timeless dance.
Our memories remain,
soft as whispers in the dusk.
Though time moves onward,
the heart keeps that sacred step—
our dance— beyond the hours.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
Speaking through signs —some wear a heart on their sleeve,
but mine has no zipper, there's no easy pull to open the cage
in my chest. Still life is a blessing in disguise, sure — but it’s
cruel how much you must undress it, how much skin and truth
you peel back just to reach whatever “prize” it promises.
Sort of like a wife— no, that wasn’t the line I meant to write,
but strange how a man who stands tall can lean his whole life
on a woman’s quiet strength; the blessing of a wife keeping him
up, while being in disguise.
I'll take a smoke from a good time — while that picture in my
mind is such a drag, a burn between the fingers of memory.
I immortalised life in a photo, to keep the laughter, the sun,
the tan marks stitched into my skin, like proof I once lived
in the same warmth.
Now listen — can you hear these wrinkles speak?
Each line is a sign of the times, a folded map of everywhere
life touched me, and everything it took from me. Always
these wrinkles that remember.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 4:32 PM UTC
By the heavens above, thou art a masterpiece of creation
Thy beauty does not merely persuade the eye,
it insnares the soul, drawing forth sighs from even the most stoic of hearts.
Verily, thy presence alone draws such pleasure to the galaxy, shining light to even the darkest corners of the cosmo's , as if all the stars themselves have chosen to dwell within thee.
Nay! such pleasure should be blasphemy,
yet here thou standeth , defying all reason
Surpassing all mortal comprehension,
Truly thou art splender of creation, the mere thought of you leaves me breathless,
as if air conspired to remind me of thy power.
There is valour in leaving a spark in the unknown.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
May I meet you someday like this,
may there be no rush of saying goodbye
may there be no fear of interruptions.
may all the emotions be poured out
and every nook and cranny of my heart be emptied.
may I hold no regrets within
may memories not haunt us later.
May I never tire of expressing myself
may I find contentment in listening to you
may there be no constraints of time
and may we be bound together as a single knot
you, time, and I.
May I grasp you and drift into a deep slumber
may there be no haste to wake up
may there be no fear of missing a moment
may I get melted on your embrace, and
meld into your wholeness
just as the soul merges with the Supreme Being
May there be no unfulfilled dreams like this
may there be realities that satisfy me.
Someday, may I meet you
just like this.
- ० -
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
Dancing has never been my song, my hands once clumsy, unsure —
Yet in your arms, the living room blooms, a ballroom fit for kings.
Even when silence falls, my heart sways to your every breath.
The music stirs, soft and low, the floor forgets its creaking bones.
You laugh — light as summer’s rain — guiding my stubborn feet with grace.
I, awkward knight, stumble, yet your touch makes the world a prayer.
Heaven, I'm in heaven — not above, not beyond — but here, within —
Here where your hand folds into mine, and time ripples into gold.
I no longer care for skill; I care only for the light you give.
Sway with me, love, though the melody falters, though records crackle —
For it is not the song that moves us, but the devotion we breathe.
Your smile turns my missteps into a perfect, unbroken rhythm.
We have no audience but the chairs, the sleepy clock, the falling dusk.
And yet, before your gaze, I dance finer than any stage-born star.
Cheek to cheek, the world falls away — only your soul and mine remain.
I once climbed mountains for lesser reasons, fished dreams from empty streams.
Yet no peak thrills me, no river soothes, as you in my arms tonight.
Your kiss, your touch — the living music written only for us.
Even when the needle lifts, even when the speakers lose their hum,
Even when the house sighs into silence, still we sway in spirit.
Your laugh, your breath — these are the songs that no ending dares to hush.
O my beloved, Kim Yongsun, who taught these clumsy feet to pray —
How strange that love writes waltzes even for hands born to tremble!
Each heartbeat, a drum; each glance, a note; each smile, a soaring chord.
Sway slower now, love — let the night stretch like a soft, endless scarf.
Let the stars peek through windows, envious of the glow in your eyes.
In this tiny room, the universe folds and sighs into your hair.
If I had the whole world's songs, if I had orchestras in my pocket,
Still I would choose the hush between us — the simple grace of your hand.
This, this — your breath near mine — is sweeter than any gilded refrain.
The cares of the week vanish, like a gambler’s fleeting lucky streak.
Burdens are but feathers when your palm fits into the hollow of mine.
You teach me heaven without wings, paradise without a promised land.
And when the music truly fades, when even our breaths slow and soften,
Know this: I will love you just as fiercely, just as madly, still.
The dance of hearts, once begun, knows no ending but eternity.
Dancing was never my gift, but you — you are the miracle I sought.
One sway with you, and the skies open, and the angels forget their song.
I love you, my Kim Yongsun, even as the last note sighs away.
And oh — when the world falls away and there is nothing left but this,
Your forehead resting on mine, your breath a melody of dreams,
I know the stars themselves hush their songs to hear our heartbeats.
We are not dancers, love — we are dreamers made of waltzes and wishes,
Twirling in the breath between moments, defying the heavy hands of time.
Each sway with you is a vow inked not in music, but in soul and fire.
Let the night end, let the music die, let the world fall into slumber —
For even then, my arms will find you, my lips will name you mine.
In a universe without sound, I would still be swaying with you, my heaven.
I love you, my Kim Yongsun, even as the last note sighs away.
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
The heavens tremble, in love’s gentle glow,
As the heart’s forgotten space begins to grow.
No words are needed, nor brush to impart,
For love lives in the deepest part of the heart.
So drink of its essence, let it rise and soar,
In every breath, in every pore.
For when love is known, the soul finds its rest,
In its tender hold, we are truly blest.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
In the depths of thought, I wander lost,
Seeking to measure thy beauty’s cost—
Shall I weigh thy radiant grace in silver’s gleam,
Or count thy tresses in golden beams?
Yet within thy eyes, the universe resides,
A realm unknown where truth abides.
Shall I peer into that endless depth,
Or hear the whispers from thy cheeks, where secrets slept?
Before me, the cosmos unfurls its face,
But in thy form, I find the same grace.
Shall I witness the heavens in their endless flow,
Or gaze upon thee, where divinity doth glow?
In thee, such secrets are revealed so free,
As roses dance in harmony with the sea.
Thy beauty, a mirror of the divine,
A pose so perfect, it transcends time.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.
I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.
In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.
No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.
So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
She was eight days old when I first blinked
She had seen the sun
The nurses that bathe
The milking breast
The beautiful tired mother
The man with a deep throat
I didn’t know her then
She didn’t know me then
But when I came to being
She had already been there
She took the lead
And stretched it further
The eight day advantage had compounded
when we met for the first time
Almost 15 years after I was born
And I’ve been in awe ever since
I’ve always been
a hopeless puppy around her
Today I called her with a broken heart
And she showed me hers
Hers was broken too
She told me not to worry
I told her not to worry
She has chopped her hair now
And bruised her ego
But she’s still here
And I’m still here
We’re still breathing
And nothing else matters
We watch as the big yellow moon rises
Fills the hearts with love
With memories, with nostalgia
I hope when I finally go
She gets eight more glorious sunrises
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC