Not grand cathedrals, nor endless, starry skies,
But a metre of space, where our love quietly thrives.
A single square yard, a world we've built for two,
Where whispers speak volumes, and hearts forever renew.
One metre, the distance between a hand and a hand,
A bridge of affection, a promise we understand.
Fingertips brush, a spark ignites within,
A silent conversation, a journey to begin.
One metre, the space between a smile and a tear,
Empathy shared, a burden we both can bear.
A comforting silence, a hand on a trembling arm,
A solace unspoken, weathering life's coming storm.
One metre, the space between two gazes locked,
A universe reflected, a story silently unlocked.
Eyes that speak without words, a language all their own,
A tapestry of emotions, on a love-lit throne.
One metre, the distance between a whispered goodnight,
A promise to linger, bathed in moon's soft light.
Foreheads touch gently, a last breath shared and warm,
Dreams intertwined, safe from the outside storm.
One metre, the space between furrowed brows in thought,
A shared understanding, a battle silently fought.
Compromises made, a willingness to bend,
Love that endures hardship, a bond that won't end.
One metre, the space for a sudden, playful embrace,
Laughter erupts, a joyful, fleeting chase.
Spins and twirls, a whirlwind of giddy delight,
Two souls intertwined, bathed in golden sunlight.
One metre, the space between a shared cup of tea,
Steam rising in tendrils, a haven meant to be.
Stories unfold, secrets whispered low and deep,
Two souls connected, promises silently kept.
One metre, the distance between forgiveness offered,
A bridge rebuilt, a love stronger, un-coffered.
Apologies whispered, a burden lifted at last,
Love that endures trials, a bond built to last.
One metre, the space for a simple "thank you,"
Gratitude expressed, a love that sees you through.
For laughter and comfort, for strength and for grace,
A love that cherishes, a love that finds its place.
One metre, the space for a final, loving goodbye,
A tear falls gently, a silent, choked-back cry.
A life shared, a memory forever etched in time,
Love that transcends endings, a melody still in rhyme.
Though the world stretches vast, with oceans and endless skies,
Our love thrives in this space, where our essence never dies.
One metre, a universe, a sanctuary we've made,
A love story whispered, a promise unafraid.
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Moharif Yulianto
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This was stunningly written. Loved it