Craved
A hunger that time cannot still,
a magnetic pull against the will.
He reaches for me with a steady hand,
as if I’m the water, and he is the sand.
A deep, ancient thirst that only I can slake,
a beautiful longing in every breath we take.

Wanted
Not a passing thought,
but the prize he always sought.
In his eyes, a steady flame,
that whispers softly my own name.
A pull, a need, a deep desire,
that sets my quiet soul on fire.

Loved
A tether when the world goes cold,
a story that never grows too old.
It’s in the way he holds my hand,
a language only we understand.
Unconditional, certain, and true,
a constant shade of deepest blue.

Cherished
Like a secret kept, or a crown of gold,
a precious thing for him to hold.
He guards my heart with gentle care,
as if he finds a treasure there.
Polished bright by his devotion,
deep and vast as any ocean.

The Only One
The city fades, the crowds depart,
to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
In the circle of his strong embrace,
time and distance leave no trace.
The world dissolves, the stars grow dim,
there’s only me, and only him.