Cupid

When I talk to you, Cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart.

I might sound like a ruse, but don't you feel it too?

Confessed—I loved you from the very start.

You are the anchor dropped upon my untamed tides, the beautiful, terrifying free-fall into the velvet unknown, the sudden dawn scattering all night's shadows.

You are my northern star, a golden warmth that thaws the furthest corners of my soul.

Ours is a voyage uncharted, a journey mapped by serendipity—a compass spinning until it finds true North in you.

You are the ancient oak with roots deep in the earth, weathering every storm, the hush after the rain, and the wild current that sweeps me away.

Yet you are my harbor, the only shore where I can surrender every mask—a home built tenderly within the heart of another.

In your gaze, galaxies spiral, and worlds bloom vivid; the air colors itself when you draw near.

I treasure the silhouette of your form against the morning, the quiet symphony of our shared silences, and the singular melody of your laughter.

Even the cadence of your heartbeat is a lullaby that lulls me home.

I feel the lightning strike of your touch, the solace of your hand in mine, and the exquisite safety within your arms.

My soul, a wanderer, recognized it's missing half in you.

Every thread in my tapestry led to this moment, to this soul.

The stars themselves pale beside your radiance.

You have stolen my heart, and with you, I have found my shelter.

You are my favorite daydream, the sunlight in my every hour, the silent answer to prayers I never knew I'd utter.

I never imagined happiness could be so absolute, until you.