[Written: 2025-02-11]

When your fingers brush my ear in the dark and quiet middle of night, the room grows into a galaxy, and you, an angel with the power of an ocean in her touch, guided with the graceful art of a violinist.

The room blackened by night cannot hide your glowing form, as you dance through the stars of my dreams coming true with the elegance in your breath.

You have always found ways to breath life into me.