You have returned—
like the first drop
to a thirst that had forgotten rain.
The sound of your steps
silenced every breath
that had waited for you
in stillness.
I stood still
in a crowd of memories,
and you arrived—
just as I had
prayed you would.
When we met,
there was no noise—
only souls
touching across time.
I fell into your eyes
and heard my name
whispered in your breath.
Pressed to your chest,
centuries
melted into a moment.
In your embrace,
my heartbeat
finally found its song.
That first kiss—
was not on lips,
but on the soul,
a vow beyond time,
beyond death.
Your fingers
on my trembling back
wove rest
into a lifetime of weariness.
And I—
in your arms—
broke apart
only to become one.
We said nothing—
yet everything was spoken.
My fingers tangled in your hair,
braiding forever
into every strand.
Your scent
entered me
like a gentle hymn.
I became the flame,
you the glow,
and together
we were light.
We paused time—
the moment our lips met,
the world held its breath.
There were no words,
only touch,
carrying the peace
of a thousand lives.
You were in my arms,
and I—
flowed through your veins.
We were no longer two.
Like winds
joining one current,
we moved as one.
You returned…
and in doing so,
I was reborn.
Now there is no fear,
no distance,
no lifetime
that can pull us apart.
For now that we are one,
this love—
is the final verse
of the Divine.
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