In the Silence of Your Eyes

In the silence of your eyes, I see the truth,
A universe unfolding, still and uncouth.
Your gaze—an ocean, deep and untamed,
Where I lose myself, never the same.

Each breath I take, I breathe for you,
A love so fierce, so raw, so true.
You are the sun that burns my soul,
A fire so bright, it makes me whole.

Through shadows of doubt, I wandered blind,
Chasing the fragments I couldn’t find.
But in your arms, I learned to see,
The woman I am, the woman I’ll be.

You heal my scars with tender grace,
A soft touch in the darkest place.
In your love, I am reborn,
No longer lost, no longer torn.

Together, we are an endless song,
A melody where hearts belong.
Your love, a symphony of dreams,
Where every note is all it seems.

In your kiss, I taste my name,
The echoes of a love untamed.
And in your heart, I’ve found my home,
No longer wandering, no longer alone.

I am yours, and you are mine,
Bound by a love that transcends time.
In every lifetime, through every space,
We will find each other, face to face.

And as the stars in darkness gleam,
I see the woman I’ve always been.
Strong, yet soft, fierce, yet kind,
In you, my love, I’ve found my mind.
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Harris Avatar
January 13, 2025 at 6:50 AM
What a lucky duck by whom I mean the source of your requited love, which precious treasure less applicable to me and mine, which missus attempts to assuage emotional ruptures and subsequent repairs leaving psychological scars toughened by coping with resilience in concert with prescription medications (nine) to manage mental health challenges such as social anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, dysthymia (mild depression) that plagued these lovely bones from birth to present moment.
Harris Avatar
January 13, 2025 at 2:22 PM
powder milk biscuits (as well as nine prescription medications) give me the courage to do what needs to be done for enhancement of mental, physical, and spiritual well being as the fickle finger of fate takes me to destinations unknown. adieu from matthew scott harris
Harris Avatar
January 13, 2025 at 2:21 PM
I am unfamiliar with what the initials and BPD, CPTSD, ADHD, Cyclothymic disorder, and MDD entail, but mental health issues no stranger to me (a sexagenarian Unitarian), who hales (heartily and hardly) from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania quite distant from my hometown of Lake Wobegon - just kidding.
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January 13, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Thank you for sharing so openly. I relate deeply, as I also navigate BPD, CPTSD, ADHD, Cyclothymic disorder, and MDD. It’s a challenging journey, but healing comes one moment at a time. My requited love isn’t for a person but for the deities guiding me toward my highest self, teaching me self-love and resilience. Wishing you strength and light on your path as you navigate your own healing. ??
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