One

Your fingers strum my feelings,

pressing down like piano keys,

every note forms a new tune

stroking thoughtless melodies.

Your mind an endless chess game,

strategizing every move,

fumbling through my deep thoughts,

provokes me to self-improve.

Your chest is my soft pillow

that provides protective warmth,

safety shield that offers peace,

molding my dreams as they form.

Your words all sound like music,

offer my ears sheer delight,

lyrics make my spirit wander,

unmask my eyes to insight.

My dull heart reaches the sky 

while engaging with your soul,

floating swiftly like paired hawks,

for the first time feeling whole.

Our wants forever fulfilled,

a deep love that never hides,

Co-creating fated futures,

where our lives can coincide.

By Grace Y. Estevez

From: United States

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