I just want to love you gently—

like your favorite childhood blanket,

wrapped around you in quiet solace.

Like the hush of heavy snow overnight,

draping the vast landscape of your body,

soft, silent, endless.

Like an ocean breeze

that soothes your weary soul,

whispering through the spaces

where my hands cannot reach.

Like your favorite ice cream,

melting on the tip of your tongue—

and then you smile,

and say,

I know it’s you, my beloved.

—

You make me tremble,

like a cherry blossom in the March wind.

Eventually, I would love to fall,

drifting from the branches

onto your eyelashes,

caressing your cheeks—

gently, so gently.

Then, just lightly,

so very lightly,

kiss your lips.

As I descend,

I imagine you catching me

in the curve of your palm…

and you gaze at me,

eyes deep as midnight waters,

holding me—

closely,

so closely,

against your heart.

—

And though time stretches between us,

though the sky bends under the weight

of ten thousand kilometers,

though the hands of the clock

chase each other in circles,

stealing the hours that should be ours—

still, my love,

I hear you.

Your words arrive before dawn,

dipped in moonlight,

pressed against my skin like a silent prayer.

And I answer in return,

sending my voice across oceans,

woven into melodies only we can sing.

Tell me, my love,

if I am a note in your song,

are you the breath that gives it life?

—

Let me be the ink that stains your fingers,

the verse that lingers on your lips.

Let me be the candlelight

flickering in your darkest hours,

the warmth that holds you when the wind turns cold.

Let me be the dream that stays,

long after morning steals the night.

And if I can never reach you,

if fate keeps us bound

only by words,

by echoes of melodies

played across time zones and trembling hands,

then let me love you like this—

a love unshaken by silence,

a love unbroken by distance,

a love that sings, even in the void.

For even if I am only

a whisper in your dream,

even if you are only

a voice in my night,

I would still fall—

fall and fall again,

until I land in the cradle of your hands.

if fate keeps us bound

only by words,

by echoes of melodies

played across time zones and trembling hands,

then let me love you like this—

a love unshaken by silence,

a love unbroken by distance,

a love that sings, even in the void.

For even if I am only

a whisper in your dream,

even if you are only

a voice in my night,

I would still fall—

fall and fall again,

until I land in the cradle of your hands.