The Beat of Our Hearts In the moment I held you close, my heart sighed - this is where I belong. The rhythm of your pulse, the warmth of your skin, a silent vow: *we cannot lose, only begin.* Time unspooled its name; the air hummed, thick and slow, until only we remained, wrapped in silence’s glow. In your eyes, I traced a love too vast to hold— a language older than stars, our story still unfolding. You’re the chord my soul repeats, the steady earth beneath my restless feet. *Forever* is too small—I’d burn every map, just to live in the echo where your love overlaps. Let the world rush. Let the seasons spin. I’ll be your constant, the horizon where you begin. Home isn’t a place—it’s the rhythm we share: two hearts, one pulse, endlessly there. Ukwanda_Kian