Breathless, But Yours

At night my breath stumbles slow, Your name in my chest begins to glow. Pain may rise and softly ache, But thoughts of you feel light as lake. Even when all words fall still, My lungs find love by quiet will. In every trembling borrowed breath, You live there—defying death. Let me gasp or let me shake, Your memory tells my heart to wake. Love is never just gentle or plain, Staying is the promise that will remain. Haimantika