You slipped beneath my guarded skin. Like whispered psalms disguised as sin. You found the rooms I’d locked away. And filled them all with breaking day. You read the silence in my eyes. Like holy truths in thin disguise. One steady look… one quiet flame… And I have never been the same. You never came to rescue me. You simply showed me what could be. You are the ink inside my veins. The sweetest mercy, deepest pains. The breath between what was and is. The sacred ache my spirit kissed. You are the fire beneath my frost. The beautiful I’ve always lost. Every poem my heart became… Was only searching for your name. Your hazel eyes hold autumn skies. Where every restless sparrow flies. Your voice falls slow like summer rain. Then floods the deserts in my veins. You brush against my quiet mind. And leave the frightened parts behind. You never asked my heart to fall… You simply became after all. Some loves arrive with thunder’s cry. Yours blooms beneath a silent sky. You are the ink inside my veins. The sweetest mercy, deepest pains. The breath between what was and is. The sacred ache my spirit kissed. You are the fire beneath my frost. The beautiful I’ve always lost. Every poem my heart became… Was only searching for your name. If every word should fade to dust. If time should steal both hope and trust. One truth would still remain the same… You were the spark behind the flame. Not simply love that came to stay… But every song I’ve ever made.
