Your random thoughts,
spoiling me,
those frozen corners of mine
begin to thaw,
and with each whisper, a quiet bloom stirs,
an untouched garden coming alive.
The pink sky fuses with my eyes,
like spring blushing upon my skin,
the soft warmth is making me shine.
In your presence, I am reborn,
the weight of winter slipping away,
my soul shedding layers in the light of you.
Your voice is a breeze,
gentle yet fierce,
racing through me like a wild wind.
Every word, a spark,
igniting pieces I’d long kept hidden,
long kept safe from love’s fierce fire.
My guarded thoughts, once locked tight,
begin to smile, shy and unafraid,
like they remember something sweet and long ago.
My senses bend and blur,
they lose themselves in you,
as if they started with you
and may only rest with you.
I am open, vulnerable, whole,
melting beneath your warmth,
the blossom of me daring to bloom,
knowing it may only bloom this way
in your gentle, fleeting gaze.