ONE QUESTION

 ONE QUESTION

I want there to be a day, where I can say,

“Don’t go; as a matter of fact, won’t you stay.”

Remain, within the dividing lines,

The four walls of this room, this sacred place.

These walls, etched with echoes of our days,

Hold shadows of your presence, soft and near.

The flicker of the candle paints your gaze,

A haven built from moments we hold dear.  

How quickly I came to appreciate you,

To see the wealth in your fleeting, precious time.

Each second blooms with meaning, rich and true,

A treasure I’d forever wish were mine.

Beneath the dusk, we lingered once, alone,

The silence broken by your gentle sigh.

Your voice, a thread, through quiet hours sewn,

Wove joy so deep, I never questioned why.  

I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again,

I don’t know where you came from, or where you’ve been.

Your past a mystery, your future unclear,

Yet here you stand, and that’s enough, my dear.

Your smile disarms me, a thief in the light,

Stealing my courage with its tender gleam.

My heart trips fast, defenseless in its flight,

Caught in the pull of some unspoken dream.  

The way your accent wraps around my name,

As it tumbles from your lips, a soft refrain,

Unravels me with every word you say,

A melody I’d beg to hear always.

Each syllable ignites a spark inside,

A warmth that spreads from chest to trembling hands.

Your voice, a tide, pulls fears I’d long denied,

And roots me firm where once I’d feared to stand.  

In the most literal of ways, you steal my breath,

Thinking of your nearness robs me blind,

A theft so sweet, it flirts with life and death,

Subconsciously, it claims my heart and mind.

When fingers brush, the air grows thick and still,

My pulse a drum, my lungs forget their role.

Your closeness bends the world to your own will,

A force that grips and frees my restless soul.  

So won’t you stay, just linger here awhile,

Within these walls where time itself slows down?

I’d trace your laugh, your every fleeting smile,

And wear them like a king might wear his crown.

For in your presence, I have found a truth,

A rare and fragile gift I can’t repay.

With every glance, you offer me my youth,

And so, my love, I beg you—won’t you stay?