They say the stars hold endless light, but I have seen something brighter: your eyes, where constellations dance, and my heart becomes a fighter.

I’ve stumbled countless times before, but never quite like this— not on pavement, not on stone, but into something bliss.

Not just in passing glances, or the hush of stolen sighs, but in the way my pulse ignites each time you wander by.

I never thought that someone like me could ever be truly seen— yet here you stand, my fragile heart held softly in between.

If I could cradle time itself, I’d keep the way you smile— how your lips curl at the edges, and your laughter stays a while.

You're the breath that fills my silence, the hush between each sigh. You're the echo in my laughter, the shimmer in my eye.

Your name is written in the dawn where golden light begins— it lingers in the twilight sky,