Unbroken Feeling

That night, we lay on the dark brown carpet,
Whispered secrets in the quiet of the room.
You spoke the words I’d feared but always knew,
In the gentle rhythm of our heartbeat's tune.

I closed my eyes, seeking answers in the quiet,
Lost in thoughts of promises and truth.
But the noise of doors—both strange and old—
Made it hard to grasp what I should do.

You know I’m not good with figures,
Even when the world is still and calm.
But now, I’ll give you my best reply,
In a feeling that’s nameless, like the dawn.

The feeling held no name, just pure light,
Unfractured, undefined by worldly norms.
Containing every shade of love and life,
In the known and unknown spectrum’s forms.

It’s like the true color of light, unbroken,
Before it’s labeled by the world’s gaze.
A simple yet profound, all-encompassing motion,
In the story of our intertwined days.

You know I’m not good with figures,
Even when the world is still and calm.
But now, I’ll give you my best reply,
In a feeling that’s nameless, like the dawn.

And so, we lie on the dark brown carpet,
Your words, a whisper in the gentle night.
The soft equation of our love’s promise,
In the unspoken, we find our light.

By Serandiflix