I feel your gaze through the image on my screen—
the screen that binds our hearts in silence.
In the quiet between us lives a bond,
gentle, certain, and unwavering.

But oh, how I long for your touch
to linger on my skin—again and again.
Your grasp still hums within me,
like a memory, faint yet alive.

Ah—what lies between us aches in my chest,
until your lips curve, and I breathe again.
I close my eyes,
but the laughter in yours still peeks through—
soft, steady, kind, and soothing.

You may not know it,
but you are my four-leaf clover.
When the light dimmed,
you were the one who brought it back to me.

Your words carry belief—
not loud, but certain—
and somehow, that’s enough.

We had never truly known
what affection or passion looked like.
But you, my darling,
you didn’t just tell me what love is—
you showed me.

Of all the chances life could give,
you were the one it gifted me.