Where Love Rises

I start with a breath that tastes like hope,

your gaze lingering on mine

long enough to tilt my heartbeat

off its steady line.

Funny how you just exist,

and suddenly everything inside me

learns a new rhythm.

I imagine us somewhere wide and open,

where sky stretches without apology,

where the world feels tall

and the ground hums beneath our feet,

not above anything,

just beyond limits,

two souls daring space to keep up.

Your hand in mine feels like truth,

not loud,

not rushed,

just real enough to undo me

in the gentlest way.

I can almost feel us stepping forward,

finding a place untouched by hurry,

where our laughter rolls easy

and time forgets to move.

Then it turns.

Not dramatic,

just a shift,

a soft click inside my chest

like recognition coming home.

It’s not the height of the world that calls me,

not the pull of deep waters or horizons,

it’s you.

Always you.

Because being beside you

is its own breathtaking altitude,

its own quiet depth.

We don’t need distant edges

to feel infinite;

we only need the distance

between our hearts

to fall away,

and somehow,

it already has.