Power Over Me... You have power over me— not the kind forged by kings, armies, or empires that rise and crumble into dust. Yours is far more dangerous. You can alter the landscape of my soul with a single glance. You can turn an ordinary moment into something eternal. You can make a crowded world disappear until there is nothing left but the sound of your heartbeat echoing through mine. You are the gravity I never saw coming. The unseen tide pulling at every shore within me. The force that bends my thoughts toward you when the stars take their places and the long shadows of evening stretch across the earth. A thousand miles could stand between us. Mountains could rise. Oceans could rage. Time itself could try to separate us. Yet every road I travel, every dream I chase, every battle I survive, finds its way back to you. Because you are no longer simply part of my life. You have become part of my horizon. Part of my sky. Part of the architecture of my becoming. You live in the sacred spaces between memory and desire, between hope and certainty, between who I was and who I am still becoming. And that is your power. You make me believe in tomorrow when yesterday has left scars. You make me stand taller when the world would have me kneel. You make me brave enough to risk everything for something real. For you. For us. For this love that refuses to surrender to distance, to fear, to time, or to the darkness that occasionally visits every heart. If the universe were to unravel tonight, if the stars fell burning from the heavens and the oceans climbed the shores, I know where I would run. I would run toward you. Because the greatest power you hold over me is not that you have captured my heart. It is that you have awakened it— and now every beat, every breath, every sunrise, every horizon, carries your name across the endless sky of my soul.
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