You should know
that you are the star
my whole sky leans toward—
the quiet gravity
behind every wandering thought.
No matter how far
I try to drift into the dark,
something in me returns,
drawn by your light
like tides answering the moon.
You burn softly,
not loud enough to blind,
but enough to guide
every lost part of me home.
And maybe that’s what love is:
not chains, not promises,
but the invisible pull
between two souls
that were always meant
to find each other in the night.