I am yours, beyond what reality proves

I am yours, beyond what reality proves,
in the whisper of the wind, in the brush of the leaves,
in the deep look where silence blooms,
no need for words, no need for red promises.

Your hands, soft as the dawn, light my days,
and in the echo of our laughter, time stands still.
Love is not measured in gestures or melodies,
For in every beat your essence sustains me.

When we are together, the world fades away,
shadows fade, fears are extinguished,
and in the sincere embrace where the soul enriches,
we find the truth, without rules or rumours.

I am yours, in the silence that understands everything,
in the eternal hours of a shared embrace,
where longing turns into currents that ignite,
every hidden corner, every cherished dream.