Wild Enough to Be Yours

In a world full of voices, yours is the only one that lingers in my chest, like a song that refuses to end. They say love should be calm— but mine burns, restless and wild, wanting every second of you, every glance, every word, like time itself might steal you away. Even the wind that brushes past you feels like it has taken something that’s mine, and I smile at the thought— how deeply you’ve become a part of me. You stand there, soft where I am fierce, bending gently toward my storms, never breaking, only choosing me again and again. And I— proud in a way I can’t explain, hold this love close, not to cage it, but to keep it safe in a place where only we exist. If this is madness, then let it be— because in all this chaos, you are mine, and I am yours, in a way the world will never fully understand.