Why is your love so disarming?

First, there’s that warm feeling that spreads through my chest. The one that makes me feel like my heart’s turned into a lava cake. A poodle of goodness and chocolate. Sweet.

Then it drops to my belly, now heavier. It’s weakening, but in a good way. It bids my anxieties goodbye. “You might return later, but now you stay away.”

I wonder if they will ever be permanently abolished from my being.

My eyebrows, once lying down as horizontal lines, awaken into obliques. My eyes soften and glisten. It’s a mix of a look of love, pleading, and admiration.

Pleading to go away? Or to never stop?

I know not.

My confusions leave the body gradually as a sigh, but new ones enter again through the deep breaths. My chest heaves for a while.

Because my Love for you is, more often than not, persistently accompanied by the pain of separation.

And they bring to me irreplaceable, irrevocable, incandescent, joy.

So much that it shakes me to my core, and frightens me for a second.

Is a human meant to feel so much?

But I suppose I will let you have the burden of dealing with the safety protocols,

And let myself be engaged in just one activity:

Trying to be yours, yours, and yours,

Forever.

Eternally disarmed by your charm,

śri śauri sakhi <3