When the clock strikes 11:11, The world stills, my heart takes flight. At 11:11, the earth dissolves from my sight, And you remain, the lone flame in my night.
Repetition rules the hours, my dear, Save for the moments that bring you near. Each meeting, a wish, a tender rebirth, A feeling unmatched by anything on earth.
At 11:11, my soul begins to soar, Yet wonder consumes me even more. Perfumes, fabrics, and words collide, Each choice a prayer, a guide I confide. Chaos reigns in my room, my space, As longing weaves through every trace. Before the mirror, I plead and inquire, “What form of me will spark your desire?” For those minutes before our love aligns, Are harder than the meeting, where fate entwines.
And when the hour of union arrives, The world feels new; my spirit thrives. I gaze at you, as though time stands still, No one else exists, nor ever will. Should I shout my love to the skies above? Or bow in gratitude for this gift of love? A simple touch, your hand in mine, And my being trembles with the divine.
You come to me, and life renews, Like rain quenching earth with healing hues, Like a wish fulfilled in sacred time, A love eternal, both tender and sublime. My heart, a haven for your name, As though we’ve embraced in every flame. Even if only a fleeting touch we share, Our souls unite, beyond compare.
Mid sentence, as you softly speak, “I love you” escapes, though I’m shy and weak. Your words and mine, a symphony sweet, Yet that stolen “I love you” is the rhythm’s beat.
Oh, my all encompassing flame, Call me anything, by any name. But do not confine me to mere lover, For I am your soul’s eternal cover. I am your sanctuary, your secret, your guide, The echo of your dreams where I reside. The rhythm of your pulse, the spark in your night, The keeper of your whispers, your heart’s delight.
This love is vast, the world feels bare, As though love’s essence is no longer there. For all my longing, my desire, my plea, Forgive the years I loved unfree. Each careless “I love you” that was not yours, Each fleeting kindness that time restores. My life began when I met your gaze, All before a prelude, a longing phase. Each moment then was merely a test, So I could love you more than the rest.
As our time draws near its close, Close your eyes, let dreams compose. Should fate entwine us beyond the tide, No more “lover,” but one unified. I swear, my love, I’ll make it true, Every hour will feel like 11:11 with you.