The way her fingers move, deft and confident, sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t tear my eyes away, drawn in by the rhythm of her movements and the soft, intoxicating sounds escaping her lips. Every touch seems to ignite her more, her body arching and trembling in response.

My breath catches as I take in the sight, an unexpected rush of heat spreading through my body. Her eyes are closed, lost in the pleasure she’s giving herself, completely unaware of my presence. I feel a mix of awe and desire, mesmerized by the raw intimacy of the moment.

How could one feel,
Both powerful and weak,
At the same time,
In front of your smile,
A feeling best explained,
As the best part of my life.

Like the light at the end of the tunnel,
You came as a glimmer of hope,
Raising from the dead in me a feeling I thought was buried,
Resurrecting a missing part of my life back into existence,
Bringing back emotions I believed disappeared long time back,
With your smile that could mend any broken soul,
Lift up any person's shattered heart,
And, make me seek you and never go apart.

A question,
Long left unanswered,
What makes you so desirable?
And, the answer popped up to me,
In less than an instant.

A curiosity,
A one of a kind wonder you are,
And, no wonder man searches you,
In the twinkle of a star,  
To be left spellbound by you,
Like an enchantment,
In spiritual and cosmic realms afar,
Only to realise,
You're no fantasy,
But, a phenomenon and a certainty,
As good as across all realities.

Throughout my life as a hopeless romantic I’ve seen the many ways of affection

And here I realize that when I see those many cliché ways, I end up in perplexion.

Because each time I give my heart to those I care for, I think I do something in an “unique” way

Only for me to realize I’ve been doing and romanticizing the cliché

To my weary eyes,
And, my shattered heart,
Your arrival,
Remains a big welcome.

O graunt O God that when I do descryue
Lustrous Selene, Qheene of ebon night
Readers by reading sie the Qheene aliue
Shining with lighte as beautifull as bright
God-giuen gifte of beautie is the sight
Of her who shineth like a falling starre
Maintaining still her place in heauens height
High up aboue quhere heauens orbits are
Aboue our heads so neare and yett so farre
Shineth the goddesse faire since auld lang syne
The troubadours melodious repertoire
He doth performe within her silver shine
Romance doth quick the pvlse and pull the tide
The loue of God is giu'n unto his bride

If I'm at war with time,
If I'm enraged with fate,
I blame it on one reason,
Along the lines of treason,
To have not met you before we first met.