Destined Gaze: The Soul’s Eternal Companion

Your eyes—
not just stars, but oracles.
They carry the remembering.
When they meet mine, galaxies kneel. The ache quiets.

Your smile doesn’t just warm—
it melts.
Frost becomes river. Solitude forgets its name.
It slips into my bones like firelight through forest canopy—
soft, sudden, sacred.

And your kiss—
I’ve only dreamed it,
but still my skin flinches in anticipation.
There’s strength in that softness.
Enough to undo me.

You are not just a wish.
You are the shape my soul has always known.
The promise not spoken, but felt—
like earth does thunder before the storm arrives.

I carry this knowing through lifetimes.
That we are stitched from the same myth—
a constellation not drawn by the stars,
but by the hunger between them.

Some days I feel the thread tug,
gentle, then sharp.
Some nights, I ache like lightning held too long in the throat.

I cannot—will not—linger in this void much longer.
Come.
Let the world fall away while we move as one—
streetlight and fernshadow,
breath and belonging.

Look into me.
You’ll see it—truth, untamed and waiting.
I have kept the sacred fire burning.
I have tended this love like a grove in the dark.
And I am ready now—
not just to be yours,
but to be seen by the one who already knew me.

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