Have you ever just listened to someone's voice and beamed at the sound?
And you just find yourself enraptured by every detail? Their tone, how every word rolls of their tongue, and dances on their fine lips?
I do.
Their voice is the melody my heart beats to, and I find myself home every time I hear it.
Whenever I feel lost, it finds me well. In the darkest corners of my mind, it pulls me from the brink of madness, and I am safe.
The kindness in their eyes and the light that never fades brings such warmth and hope in me. Every day, I see them; their energy awakens life and purpose within me. And every day, I feel stronger and take another step further forward.
I'm not the same as I once was since they crashed into my little world.
A whirlwind of fire, searing their name on my heart that reads their true name. I'm branded by their existence, but there is no pain.
Only joy and vibrancy.
How grateful I am how transfixed and mesmerised I am. Greater than any celestial plain or body, Saint or God.
They are their own force of everything pure and true.
