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I am handsome, though I scarcely need to say it—
their gazes spark like flint against my name.
I arrive, and quiet vows begin to tremble,
a borrowed heart now beating to my flame.
She turns from promises once softly spoken,
finds in my touch a sweeter, reckless art.
Before his eyes, her laughter shifts its meaning—
a subtle theft, the heist of her own heart.
With me, the world unfolds in secret colors,
new constellations traced upon her skin.
“Be still,” I whisper, “patience is my language,”
and slowly, she unlearns where she has been.
He never saw the depth beneath her silence,
nor read the storms that hid behind her grace.
Yet in my orbit, shadows learn to shimmer,
and longing finds a fearless, vivid face.
She says my presence feels like wild confession,
no saint resides within her midnight air.
She dances close to edges others fear to name,
and finds a darker beauty waiting there.
I am handsome—so the story writes itself—
a quiet fire no distance can oppose.
I enter, and the fragile lines of love dissolve…
and she, at last, is drawn to where I rose.
their gazes spark like flint against my name.
I arrive, and quiet vows begin to tremble,
a borrowed heart now beating to my flame.
She turns from promises once softly spoken,
finds in my touch a sweeter, reckless art.
Before his eyes, her laughter shifts its meaning—
a subtle theft, the heist of her own heart.
With me, the world unfolds in secret colors,
new constellations traced upon her skin.
“Be still,” I whisper, “patience is my language,”
and slowly, she unlearns where she has been.
He never saw the depth beneath her silence,
nor read the storms that hid behind her grace.
Yet in my orbit, shadows learn to shimmer,
and longing finds a fearless, vivid face.
She says my presence feels like wild confession,
no saint resides within her midnight air.
She dances close to edges others fear to name,
and finds a darker beauty waiting there.
I am handsome—so the story writes itself—
a quiet fire no distance can oppose.
I enter, and the fragile lines of love dissolve…
and she, at last, is drawn to where I rose.
