Every time you move,
I see the rhythm in your body,
the spirit in your soul.
The things you do to me
make me feel like I’m losing control—
but I don’t mind it.
Because you make me feel things
I’ve never felt;
you bring a new kind of warmth
and old feelings I thought
I’d never feel again.
You live rent-free in my head,
always missed,
always wanted.
There’s nothing I don’t want to do
as long as I’m doing it with you.
And I wish you could feel what I feel
when I look at you—
that peace,
that quiet sense of home.
That rush of love and affection
from a simple glance
at someone who gives me butterflies
in all directions.
I miss you when you’re not there.
I miss us when things feel up in the air.
But I hope you see me in the small reminders—
the gentle ones,
the ones that say I’m there,
the ones that say
I’m not going anywhere.
I hope you always remember
the way you make me feel.
I hope you always remember
the way I make you feel.
And I hope that feeling brings you peace.
I hope to always be the reason
behind your gorgeous smile.
I’m chasing my dreams,
working to make them come true,
and I can only hope
you’ll be part of that future too.
I wouldn’t mind being stuck
in this space with you,
because in reality,
we’re not stuck at all—
time just slows down
when it’s us.
And when the world feels heavy,
your presence makes it lighter.
You turn the weight on my chest
into something softer, warmer—
something I can breathe through.
With you, everything feels clearer,
like life finally makes sense
in a way I didn’t know
I’d been waiting for.
You make the ordinary feel sacred—
the walks,
the laughs,
the quiet in-between moments.
With you, they become memories
I never want to let go of.
Maybe that’s why I hold you close—
not out of fear of losing you,
but out of gratitude
for every version of love
you show me without trying.
So if time slows in our space,
let it.
Let it stretch,
let it linger.
Let it wrap around us gently
like a promise unspoken
but deeply understood.
Because I’d stay here—
in this moment,
in this love,
in this soft forever with you—
again and again,
without ever wanting to leave.
And if forever is just a collection
of moments like these,
then I’ll cherish each one
as if it’s the first time
I realized I loved you—
softly, honestly,
in a way that feels like home
every single time.
And no matter where life moves us,
my heart will still find you—
in the quiet,
in the chaos,
in every version of tomorrow
where loving you
still feels like choosing peace.
And if love is meant to grow,
then I hope ours grows gently,
boldly,
and always back to each other—
the way it was always meant to.
Slow Burn Poetry 