Like a Child Beneath the Stars
I love you...
like a child watching stars—
silent, small, and spellbound—
too far to touch,
yet sure they shimmer
only for him.
I love you with that sacred ache,
where wonder meets the unreachable,
where the heart,
untrained in reason,
leaps toward light
it can never hold—
but still calls home.
I love you like the sea loves the moon.
Drawn.
Torn.
Never touching,
yet moved entirely
by its pull.
You rise in my sky,
and I break into tides.
I love you
like ink loves paper—
not for the forever,
but for the moment
we become meaning together.
Your voice—
a sentence I’ve waited years to read.
Your glance—
punctuation
to my silent longing.
I love you like time loves memory.
Not for presence,
but for echo.
You are the seconds
I press into my palms
before they vanish—
your laughter
a bookmark in every chapter
of my hours.
I love you like wind loves the field—
restless,
unseen,
but shaping everything it passes.
Even when I cannot stay,
I carry your name
into every distance.
I love you like dusk loves the horizon—
where colors meet,
never merge,
yet promise
to return again tomorrow.
Always almost.
Always near.
I love you like a prayer.
Not for answers,
but for the hush
that follows.
You are the stillness
between my scattered thoughts,
the pause
that teaches me peace.
I love you like roots love rain.
Even in drought,
I wait—
nourished
by the memory of you.
Yes…
I love you like a child
beneath the stars,
knowing I can never hold you,
but still believing
you were made
just for me.
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