I don’t know what she has —
but it pulls me in
like the tide obeys the moon.
Every glance
is a spark against my skin,
every word
a knot in my breathing.
I want it all with her —
the mornings, the storms,
the years I haven’t lived yet.
When she walks into the room
my hands forget themselves,
my heart trips over its own steps,
and I realize —
I’m not just in love,
I’m hers already.