Fragments of an Eternal Love
Your gaze—
a rebellion of stars,
colliding into my quiet void.
Threads of fate pull taut;
we don’t walk,
we glide,
dancing between breaths
of what was
and what could be.
Storms rage.
But your hands,
your hands are the eye.
Not still,
but steady.
Peace isn’t silence;
it’s the hum of your heart
against mine,
a hymn of survival.
Time crumbles,
but we—
we burn through its ashes.
Love isn’t timeless.
It is time.
It learns, it unlearns,
it remembers.
And when it forgets,
we teach it again.

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