Love arrives
not as a whisper,
but as a resonance-
subtle yet thunderous,
a symphony beneath the surface
of ordinary moments.

It weaves itself
into the quiet architecture of thought,
gathers in the folds
of every passing glance,
and unfolds with the terrifying grace
of something too beautiful
to touch without trembling.

It is not kind.
It is not cruel.
It simply exists-
unyielding,
formless,
yet vast enough
to eclipse the self.

In your presence,
language collapses.
What I feel
cannot be uttered
without fracturing meaning.

Desire becomes devotion.
Proximity becomes ache.
Time becomes unbearable
in its insistence
on moving forward
when all I want
is stillness with you.

This is no gentle sentiment.
It is a tidal force
hidden beneath porcelain restraint-
a storm dressed in lace,
a wildfire that blows
only to silence.