Every Beat

I start with this quiet truth

pressing against my chest,

too large to stay silent any longer.

Love, raw, unpolished,

surges through me like a tide

that refuses to wait for perfect timing.

You are not just the reason I smile;

you are the reason my heart remembers

how to stay open

even when the world grows heavy.

Every glance from you

feels like an answered prayer

I didn’t know I was brave enough to send.

I have stumbled in love before,

but with you it feels less like falling

and more like finding ground

that was made for my feet all along.

The way you exist,

quietly extraordinary,

makes the air itself feel gentler.

Then everything turns.

Suddenly I am not just feeling love;

I am choosing it.

Choosing you.

Choosing the way our hands fit

as if designed for the same lifetime.

This isn’t about grand speeches

or perfect words,

it’s about a heartbeat learning your name

and refusing to forget it.

If I could gift you this feeling,

it would be the warmth that arrives

just before sunrise,

soft yet unstoppable.

It would say, without hesitation,

you are my safest wonder,

my beautiful constant,

the place my soul calls home.