Poem #5: “When Night Becomes Home”

You are my nightly refuge.
you come to me in my dreams,
the only place where we can still meet,
where distance fades
and memory breathes again.

A place for us where two hearts rest,
and whisper
between the veil of sleep.
Each night I lie awake,
watching the ceiling
turn into a vast and tender movie screen,
filled with the quiet light of you…
of us,
a world for only us.

If dreams are the refuge we have left,
then let me dream without waking…
of you,
of us,
together.
It is love in the quiet hours.

Poem # 4: “Before We Become a Memory”

Before we become a memory,
let us sit and speak once more,
one final moment
where nothing stands between us
and the truth.

Let me open my heart at last
and reveal the thoughts I’ve carried,
buried in silence for months,
for years.
I want to speak to you
before the night ends.

I want to offer you not merely sweetness,
but words that are real,
poems with enough tenderness
and strength
to soothe your shame,
your loneliness,
your wounds,
to let your spirit breathe again.

On this wide earth,
where your soul touches mine,
you are the only woman
whose presence touches me to the bone,
whose passion reaches for mine
in the dark
and finds it.
It is what my spirit confesses
to yours.

Darling, you are beautiful,
not only in form,
but in the way you understand me,
the way your spirit threads itself
through my own.
One last word to tender my heart,
before destiny calls us apart.

I know your heart is wild with love too.
I only ask you to trust me.
Believe that a future still waits for us,
bright and unbroken.
So speak to me, one last time,
tell me of your sorrows,
your desires,
the quiet longing that burns
at the center of your will.

Let the truth between us
become a kind of light.
not a goodbye song wrapped in love,
nor a final conversation between two hearts.
Speak to me now,
before we turn into memories
too far to touch.

“The First Whisper in Your Morning”

I don’t want to be your friend.
My love for you is too vast,
too deep for mere friendship.

I don’t want to be your second choice
when I can be your first,
your only,
your everything.

I don’t want to simply walk beside you;
I want to journey with you:
hand in hand,
heart with heart,
step for step.

I refuse to be your second thought.
I want to be the first whisper in your morning,
the soft echo in your mind
before you drift to sleep.

I don’t want to be your second chance.
I am your first chance,
the only one destined to hold your heart
and to walk with you into the future
we were meant to share.

“The Message She Cannot Send”

She misses him, but fear holds her fingers still;
She is afraid that one simple message could end in silence,
or worse, rejection.

She misses his soft touch,
the electric spark of his kisses,
his hand gently moves through her body
yet she trembles at the thought
that feeling them again would set her heart on fire
in ways she isn’t sure she could survive.

She wants him back;
her heart reaches for him,
calling his name in the quiet moments,
but her mind is a maze
of doubts
and shadows.

Still, she desires him.
She wants to see him,
to feel his presence close to hers,
to spend time with him
and remember what it was like
when love felt simple,
and safe,
and theirs.

“Steps Beside You”

When night drifts over us, I carry a smile to you in the quiet of your dreams.
You asked for a kiss,
and I placed it softly on your lips as your eyes closed.

You said you wanted to hear “I love you,”
so I drew you close and whispered it gently in your ear.
You asked me to hold your hand,
and I invited you to walk beside me, step for step.

You asked me to sketch your portrait,
and I painted our future together in colors only our hearts could see.
You wished for rest, for escape, for wonder,
so I swept you away to the City of Light, where every moment shone with us.

You crave peace, joy, and love,
and in me, your life finds its meaning, its fullness, its home.
And when the night folds us close,
I lose myself in the heat of you, and you in me.