Only with you

Some things, I’ve learnt,

Happen only with you —

Morning coffee that tastes

Of conversation, not just the brew;

Our seed-mix breakfasts,

A silence shared

That needs no translation.

Only with you —

Do maps unfold like invitations,

Wrong turns become destinations;

I want to see the world entire,

For shared with you, it all turns

More beautiful than before.

Only with you —

Does laughter arrive uninvited,

Do weekdays feel like festivals;

Every song, sky, or story

Feels incomplete,

Until I’ve shared it with you.

Only with you —

Does the night turn tender —

Nose nestled into your chest,

Your touch, a quiet trance;

And I drift, weightless,

Into the softest sleep.

For everything else, there is the world.

But for the world itself —

There is only you.