My Love,

There are mornings when the sky reminds me of you.
When light arrives softly, yet with such power that everything dark must step aside. That is how you entered my life — not with noise, but with a beauty impossible to ignore.

Dawn of Desire is what I feel when I think of us. The meeting of fire and tenderness. The quiet horizon before touch, before words, before the world fully wakes. You are the first warmth after a long night, the color returning to a silent landscape.

Loving you feels like watching daybreak happen slowly and all at once. A deep blush across the heart. A sudden brightness I never knew I was waiting for.

If desire has a pure form, it is not hunger. It is closeness. It is wanting to know your thoughts, hold your hand, hear your breathing beside me, and remain where your light reaches.

You are my horizon of promise, my beautiful beginning, my dawn that keeps arriving.

Yours always.