I do not fear love
I fear the gravity of him.
He is the storm wrapped in sunlight,
the gentle ruin of every wall I built.
His presence is poetry
a language my soul has always known
but never dared to speak.
He is fire beneath silk,
the hush before a kiss,
the ocean tide that pulls at the shores of my restraint.
To fall for him
would be to surrender my wings
to a sky that might never let me go and yet,
what sweeter fall is there than into a heart
that feels like forever?
A tender unraveling of guarded love, this poem captures the magnetic pull of a soul-stirring connection where desire, fear, and surrender intertwine. It's a meditation on falling for someone who feels like both danger and destiny, written in the language of longing.