Those eyes, they shimmer— beneath the silver moonlight’s whisper. Your gaze intoxicates me. You murmured a spell, lifting me toward nirvana’s swell. My heart began to dance, and you held me close— as near as a pulse, closer than chance. We have never fallen this deep. You followed my rhythm, stepped without doubt, grasped the love once silenced by fear, reached for what resisted— yet deep within, longed to appear. You sang of hope to broken wings that forgot the air, and with your breath you sent me there— promising peace where nothing hurts to believe. You painted love. You smelled like romance. Then— I opened my eyes to a morning that betrayed me. I wished it were real, for I would’ve shared my truest devotion. But that someone still has no name.