I love you in the violence of restraint,
Where every pulse must learn to stay concealed;
My heart is bruised by all it dares not reach,
A truth too sacred ever to be revealed.
You haunt the spaces language cannot cross,
The pause before my courage turns to fear;
One glance from you unthreads my careful calm,
And sets my soul on fire, quiet and clear.
I ache the way the night aches for the dawn—
Not meant to touch, yet shaped by what it lacks;
Your absence weighs more than your presence could,
A star I orbit, never daring back.
If loving you is ruin held in breath,
Then let me burn in you—unnamed—till death.
-Nira