There’s a rhythm between us—
not made of words,
but of understanding.
A pulse that hums beneath the noise,
where your thoughts brush mine
like wind meeting flame.

I feel you even when silence falls,
like a heartbeat under glass.
Your laughter echoes in my chest,
your pain whispers through my calm.
It’s more than love—
it’s recognition.

As if we were written
in the same quiet ink,
across two separate pages
of the same unfinished story.

No distance can unmake it,
no time can undo it.
You and I—
we exist where souls speak
without needing sound.