You made me feel something foreign. You walked into the broken pieces of me. Filling the hollow, mending the cracks, And turning the fractures into gold. You held a telescope to my soul. Yet you never mapped my imperfections. Instead, you traced constellations Only you and I know. When these feelings started The line I had drawn began to blur. The bridges I once guarded Weren't severed, but strengthened. And the walls I had built, You didn't break them down Or tear it apart. You simply walked above them with ease.