In a space where we never touch, You and I—our quiet universe. Waves of words, echoes of heart, I just want to stay near you. You live in my quiet thoughts, I breathe where your spirit rests. No need to hold, no need to hurt, Only this still, healing presence. Love—beyond what language holds, In a one-femtometer breath. Infinite warmth, infinite becoming, In every unspoken tremble. Your smile lights up my world, Your tears make all I am waver. We carry what words can’t hold, And live here, in the silence between. We reach without touching, We are whole without merging. This rhythm we share, this poem we breathe— Is the love they call music.
