I Will Write You So Deeply in My Words, That The One Who Reads Will Beg to See You

You are my muse, my endless story.

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There are loves so profound, so luminous, that even the stars seem dim beside them. This love, the one I feel for you is not something that can be caged by silence. It must flow, like a river seeking the ocean, into words that hold the weight of my heart.

I will write you, not in the shallow ink of simple prose, but in the depths of poetry that burns like the sun on a winter morning. Each line will carry the cadence of your laughter, the serenity of your gaze, and the unspoken secrets that linger in the quiet between our breaths. My words will become a mirror to your soul, so vivid that even the most detached reader will ache to know you, to see the face that inspires such devotion.

Imagine someone opening the pages of my heart, where you reside in every corner. They will read how your presence transforms the mundane into the extraordinary, how your voice weaves a melody that lingers even in the quietest hours. They will trace the way my words linger on your name, each letter a prayer, each syllable a longing.

I will paint you in the colors of sunsets and storms, in the shadows of forests and the light of dawn. My words will whisper of the way your eyes hold galaxies, how…