Adorn to

The quiet pulse of you is all I know,

A steady rhythm humming in my veins,

Where deep within, the embers softly glow,

And bind my heart in sweet, silken chains.

I do not merely love you; I adore

The very air that dances in your wake,

Each breath of yours, a tide upon the shore,

That pulls my soul for heaven’s holy sake.

My devotion is a language without speech,

A vow carved deep into the marrow’s core,

Beyond the lands that weary shadows reach,

I offer you my life, and then—much more.

In every glance, I lose the world entire,

Wrapped in the fever of your gentle grace;

You are the waking spark, the sacred fire,

The only truth I’ve found in time and space.