The sizzling, soft sound seemed to echo as I felt air rush into my lungs before escaping with a deep, residing whoosh.
The pitter-patter of my heartbeat rang in my ears as I lay there, staring at the glow of your irises.

All you would have to do is smile, and I would do anything for you.
But would you do that for me?
Or perhaps the belief is opposite… would I do anything for you?

Venture past the thorns of your pain — your heartache — as the fluttering pitter-patter almost fades.
Would I ask anyone to do this for me, or shall I remain encased in my own grasp, trying to fan the flame of my heart while my hand holds temptation too close, smothering it out?

Again, I hear the soft seethe and whoosh of my lungs as I bring my gaze to meet yours.
So much pain hidden behind irises that forced a smile for so long.

Why are you so willing to hold my hand open and fan the flames of my heart, encouraging them to grow past the thorns and bloom the rose within?

Do I dare speak the haunted words of—

I love you.

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A quiet ode to you...
to the towering great oaks we become together.

I hope my roots will forever be entwined with yours —
for I will never forget the moment I chose to entwine with you.
To cast away the bands that once held me,
and reach for you through the hush of trembling earth.

I love you.