You Are My Spring
It was in that drifting moment, like all magical serendipities, that your sunrays beamed through my dark forest and awakened my soul.
I remember your angelic halo. Your hand reaching out to me, tenderly, carving a new path, promising me a way to bliss. I hesitate, but you enchant me with your heroic tales under midnight skies and dancing auroras.
Sometimes, you say, when life crushes you, valleys begin to form within your inner world. Your depths are carved and you become more attuned to the smallest details. You look for little pleasures or inspirations that make your heart bloom once more, like spring after a winter frost.
At that moment, you undergo a mystical transformation. You give birth to wings and you chase all the dreams sketched in faraway, starry constellations. Your eyes want to become storytellers.
Suddenly, you feel like swimming in vast, shimmering lakes. Or crowning your hair with dainty wildflowers. When you listen to the rain, you hear a lullaby serenading the misty evergreens. Then you sit atop a mountain peak and you admire the collage of memories, this collective beautiful world you have slowly created within.
All because you gave yourself a chance to feel again, fall in love…
I look at you, smitten, and full of longing. Because for the first time in a long time, my heart understood another’s language.
Your words were the brush strokes that painted my world alive. Now, now you are here and it feels like spring. And now, all I ever want is to love you endlessly, purely, in your wilderness.
So, I beg you, stay.
Stay, and keep my spring eternal.
Stay, wild with me.
Stay,
Because… I love you.
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