It’s strange how your presence stirs something deep within me,
How just the sight of you shifts the rhythm of my day.
It’s curious how you calm my restless heart,
Yet, with a glance, you unravel my nerves.
It’s strange how much I crave your time,
When solitude has always been my refuge.
I’m content alone, wrapped in the quiet of my thoughts,
But with you, I find a longing I can’t express.
I know I shouldn’t confess these feelings,
Whether we speak or sit in silence,
I cherish the way you make me feel.
It’s a stolen, unreciprocated emotion,
And I’m torn between wanting more and savoring this moment.
It’s strange how all I want is your time.
