E U P H O R I A

"Can you see it?" she asked, her voice like wine,

"The way my heart sketches yours in lines."

His gaze traced the strokes, gentle and slow,

"I see the art only your soul could show."

"And if I told you," she murmured low,

"That every curve is drawn with fire?"

He smiled, a warmth she'd come to know,

"Then every breath is my desire."

They lingered close, both bound, entwined,

"Your passion’s ink, my heart’s the page."

With every touch, their worlds aligned—

A love sketched deep, beyond the age.

Author's Note:

This poem captures that feeling when love becomes art—where each touch, each glance feels like part of something you’re creating together. It’s about the rare, unspoken magic of two people seeing and sketching each other’s souls. For anyone who's felt that spark, this one's for you!

Thank you for reading my read :)