Love Meant -

Love meant—

not a possession, not a war of pride,

not a tally of who gave more,

but a quiet, unwavering presence,

deeply felt between You and I.

It was the absence of fear in your touch,

the way my fingers found their place

on your chest, over the quiet rhythm

of a heart that beat not just for itself,

but for something greater—

for us.

It was the simplest of times,

when the world did not demand any explanation 

when love was neither an obligation nor a test,

but the air we breathed,

the silence between our words,

the space where your soul met mine,

without hesitation, without obscurity and any condition.

Love meant dissolving,

becoming,

not losing myself,

but finding myself

in the way your breath slowed 

as I slept,

in the way your hands knew the shape of mine

without needing to search,

a feeling felt just right 

It meant knowing no other way—

only this:

selfless, unguarded, endless.

And when my eyes closed,

yours did too,

as if the silent night belonged to us both, 

a night sky whispering love 

on our satin pillows 

refusing to keep us apart