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THE LAWS OF LOVE ARE WRITTEN IN BREATH

 




Begin where the heart first trembled.

Begin where the wind carried your name.

The sky remembers who you were?

Before you learned silence.

The river remembers who I was?

Before I learned fear.

Love stands between us 

Like an old witness.

It says: Speak only truths!

It says: Do not hide!

In the shadows of your past.

The land hears everything.

When you touched me, 

the morning broke open.

Light spilled like a confession.

Even the stones leaned closer,

Wanting to understand 

Why two bodies tremble.

Do not make promises!

That you cannot shepherd.

Love is a creature! 

That starves without honesty.

Bring offerings of clarity,

not the sweet poisons of flattery.

Sit with me without armor.

Lay down your pride, 

Your weapon of choice.

Let the fire judge us both.

Let it burn away the lies we inherited.

Love teaches by tearing.

It reveals the weak beams in our bones.

It demands rebuilding—

brick by stubborn brick.

I have walked the perimeter of your silence.

I have stood where your fears sleep.

I have listened to the thunder,

Living in your chest,

Asking for shelter.

We are not strangers wandering 

Towards a temporary warmth.

We are two ancestral winds 

Meeting at a mountain pass.

We collide.

We reshape.

Let the old wounds speak.

Let the old ghosts be heard.

Love does not banish them—

it names them and keeps moving.

When morning returns,

may it find us still choosing,

still reaching,

still human enough to stay.

And the laws of love are written.

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