You are the pulse beneath my skin,

the whisper in my restless night—

the quiet truth that keeps me whole

when all the world forgets the light.

You are the breath my lungs still chase,

the dawn that warms my empty sky,

the soul that teaches mine to rise

each time I think I’ve learned to die.

Without you, stars forget to burn,

and oceans lose their silver tide;

the universe becomes a tomb,

and time itself stands petrified.

For every beat my heart has known

was carved in rhythm by your name;

if I should lose your hand in mine,

then nothing living stays the same.

The sun would fade, the world would fall,

the heavens crack, the silence sing—

for you are not just part of me,

you are my breath, my heart—my everything.