Beneath

I never knew how silence could hum

until I met you—

a melody stitched between breaths,

a song only the heart knows to sing.

Your laugh was a spark,

a firefly caught in the jar of my chest,

and I swore the universe tilted,

just slightly,

to watch us.

The world feels softer now,

painted in watercolors—

edges blurred, colors bleeding into one another.

Even the air tastes different, sweeter somehow,

as if steeped in your presence.

But love isn’t always gentle.

It’s a storm too—

the kind that shakes trees to their roots,

pulls petals from flowers,

leaves you standing in the rain,

wondering if you’ll ever feel dry again.

And here’s the turn—

the moment I realize:

you’re not just a person; you’re alchemy.

You take the lead of my fears,

the iron of my doubts,

and turn them to gold with a glance.

I used to think magic was for fairy tales—

but now I know it’s real. It’s you. It’s us.

It’s how your voice feels like home,

how your touch rewrites the script of my skin.

So here we are, beneath the quiet stars,

rewriting constellations with our fingertips.

I don’t need forever; I just need this—

this moment where everything feels infinite,

where the world fades away, and all that’s left is us.