Rise with you

 

When the sun stretches its golden arms,

and the morning whispers your name,

I think of you,

steady as the tide,

warm as the hearth,

a beacon in the quiet storm.

 

Your laughter, a melody

that dances through the chaos,

a song I hum when the world grows heavy.

Your spirit, unyielding,

a tree rooted deep,

its branches reaching for the infinite sky.

 

In your presence, I am more.
Not because you fill me,
but because you remind me
of the light I carry within.
You are the mirror that reflects
the beauty I often forget.

 

Together, we are a symphony—
not perfect, but alive,
each note a testament to the joy of being seen,
of being known.
You are my safe harbour,
my compass in the wild,
my friend, my love, my vista

 

And when the night falls,
and the stars blink awake,
I will rise with you
not above, not below,
but besides, always besides,
in the quiet grace of this boundless love.

 

And when the night descends,
its velvet cloak heavy with silence,
I will rise with you
not as two separate stars adrift in the void,
but as constellations woven into the same sky.
For in the vastness of existence,
we are but fleeting whispers,
yet in each other, we find eternity
a love that transcends time,
a bond that defies the boundaries of self.
Together, we are the question and the answer,
the journey and the destination,
forever entwined in the quiet truth of being.