I spoke the language of longing,Whispered in tones the wind carried away.Built bridges of silence, unsure of their end,Hoping one day you’d find my way.

And now, here you stand,Fluent in the rhythm of my heart.Not just a shadow of what I’d imagined,But a presence, whole and vast.

Your touch is no longer a question,Your words no longer a maze.For you speak in a voice I understand,Clear as sunlight through the haze.

No more deciphering the shadows,No more guessing the weight of your care.At last, love comes as it should—Unfolding, honest, and bare.

So this is what it feels like,When hearts beat in harmony’s thread:To love, and finally,To be loved in return instead.