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I know I'll never be able
to be your first illusion,
the spark that ignites the soul,
your first kiss,
that touch that sighs,
that marks the course of a heart.
I won't be the restless gaze
that in the silence intertwines,
nor the first sweet whisper
that embraces in the night.
I will not have that subtle charm
that makes time slow down,
nor the echo of an ‘I love you’
that sounds on your lips.
I won't be the longed-for date,
the one that keeps promises,
nor the embrace that floods you,
untying certainties.
I won't be in that instant,
that magical moment
where the world stops
and you feel your breath.
But in the here and now,
even if it comes later,
I can offer you a love
that grows with each step.
It won't be the first steps
but a shared path,
where we build dreams,
side by side, each heartbeat.
I know I'm not your past
but I want to be your present,
the embrace that shelters you,
the affection that doesn't lie.