full belly of laughter
escapes its bonds

all that composure
disintegrates

now and again
explodes

There is a heart beneath the hearts,
Where no candle burns, no voice dares sing—
It keeps the ache of unsent letters,
And the weight of words we never bring.

It mourns in moments no clock remembers,
And bleeds in places no scar will show.
It stitches itself with threads of silence,
And smiles while no one cares to know.

Yet in its quiet, it holds the universe,
The prayers unspoken, the dreams turned grey.
A heart like this—unknown, unseen—
Is where the brightest stars are born each day.

Your heart whispers spells into the silence,
soft incantations only my soul understands.
Each beat—a charm that binds me closer,
a melody no wind could ever carry away.

If I could paint the sorcery in your eyes,
even the sky would bow to their light.
They hold galaxies I’ve never known,
yet somehow, they feel like home.

This love—unwritten in the stars,
beyond logic, beyond reach—still finds me.
I try to unweave the dream,
but the threads are stitched into my being.

No spell could erase you now.
You live in the pages of my days,
in every shadow that dances at dusk,
in every dawn that calls your name.

You are not a chapter—I cannot turn this page.
You are the story that rewrote mine.