Listen

Oh beautiful one, listen…
Let me have the right to call you mine,
Or take my breath away, if you choose..
For when my eyes met yours,
the world forgot to move,
and my lips forgot to speak.
It’s as though when God created you,
He rested afterward, content,
for He had poured every ounce of grace
into your form and soul.
When He sculpted your eyes,
angels must have held their breath,
and when He traced your lips…
flowers must have bowed in envy.

Your steps are softer than spring’s first touch,
your eyes sharper than moonlit arrows,
and in your smile..
the heavens found their mirror.
You are not just beauty..
you are the moment beauty became alive.
I watch the moon,
but your face eclipses even that calm light.
The night sighs, jealous of your glow,
and my sleep..
it abandoned me the day I saw you.

Yet my heart believes…
one day, you will stand before me,
our words will melt into laughter,
our hands will meet in fire and calm,
and the nights.. oh, the nights..
will sing our story softly to the stars.
So come to me, beloved,
let this distance dissolve into breath..
for since I saw you,
my voice has fallen silent,
and my soul waits only for your “yes.”……..