The Love That Lives Through Me ❤❤❤
Some loves aren’t just for a lifetime.
Some loves are storms, fires, and shadows —
they cross lifetimes, rewrite hearts,
and leave an echo in the soul that never fades.
I dreamed of you before I knew your name —
a quiet longing, a pulse under my skin,
someone whose flaws I could hold
as gently as their beauty,
someone who feels like home
after a lifetime of wandering.
When I think of you,
it’s not only your smile I see.
It’s the warmth of your breath at my neck,
the way my heart slows
just knowing you’re here —
the safe ache of belonging.
I crave the small things —
tucking back a strand of your hair,
your eyes catching mine
like a secret only we will ever know,
your palm on my chest
teaching my heart a new rhythm.
I want my words to kiss your soul
before my lips ever reach your skin —
to pour every unspoken prayer
into your mouth
until you taste everything
my heart has tried to say.
I want you in the corners of my mind
where no one else can reach.
I want your voice echoing
through the dark alleys of my thoughts,
turning every shadow into longing.
You’re my craving —
the one I can’t quiet at night,
the one my hands ache to touch,
my lips ache to find,
my soul keeps calling
even in silence.
Every look from you feels like a drug —
one hit and I’m undone.
Every whisper of your voice
is a thread pulling me deeper,
and I don’t want to be free.
Even if you’re poison,
I’d take you anyway —
every drop, every shiver,
because somehow
you’re also my cure.
We are not lovers by chance.
We are a story the universe keeps retelling —
a wildfire that refuses to die,
a storm that crosses centuries
to find its sea.
I don’t just crave you in the night.
I crave you in every past I’ve walked,
every death I’ve died,
every future waiting for us
like a secret room at the edge of time.
With you, love is not a choice.
It’s an orbit,
a pull older than stars —
a hunger so deep
it rewrites the language of my soul.
Even if this world burns,
even if we’re torn apart again,
I know we’ll find each other —
in another name, another skin, another sky.
Because we always do.
We are not a story of beginnings and endings.
We are the fever,
the legend,
the heartbeat that will outlive
every lifetime we’ve ever known.
And when all is said and done,
I’ll still choose you —
over silence, over shadows,
over every lifetime that comes.
Because love like this doesn’t fade;
it lingers, it burns,
and it belongs to us forever.
