She thinks
He fits me when I hug,
His fingers find mine snug.
A height so made for mine,
As if love drew the line.
I never thought he’d see,
Someone as plain as me.
He shines like stars too bright,
Yet held my hand one night.
Blessings of a prayer unuttered,
A dream my silence muttered.
Too rare to ever dare,
Yet somehow, he is there.
Though far, he’s always near,
In silence, I still hear
His love in quiet air—
So loud, so always there.
He thinks
She’s why the songs exist,
Each note her breath, her twist.
She hums beneath each line,
A muse too vast, divine.
She makes the night feel right,
Like moonshine split from night.
Her name makes courage grow,
Like rivers born from snow.
She laughs—I start to smile,
And think like a reckless child.
A joke, a kiss, a pun,
And suddenly, I’ve won.
She stirs the stars to speak,
Time bends when she’s unique.
My Queen of Pathway Space
In her—truth’s quiet grace.
