Lover's

There is no need for grand declarations, no elaborate metaphors tonight. Simply… loving you. In the quietest way a soul can speak. Without demand. Without condition. Just the aching truth that I want you in my arms... not as a possession, but as a part of me returned.

To feel your breath against mine. To hold not just your body, but your fears, your hopes, your fragility, and the weight you hide from the world.

Me and you... not complicated. Not perfect... Just true.

Circle...