To The King Of My Heart

I've dreamt of you each night, wrapped in your embrace,
A warmth so real, I feel your presence, your grace.
Never did I know that I'd be so blessed,
To find someone who sees me, not just as success or a test.

You see beyond the triumphs and the falls,
Beyond the accolades or the titles that call.
You know my heart, my soul, my mind,
You’re my lover, my friend, both deeply entwined.

No quick "wow" or careless "pretty good,"
You notice the effort, the heart where it stood.
Not just flesh you admire, but the woman within,
A love that’s tender, yet freeing from sin.

You're not one to claim or to push me away,
You're there through my storms, ready to stay.
With every step, you hold my hand tight,
Whispering, “I’m here, through the darkest of nights.”

Unlike the vultures who took what they could,
You want to give me the world, not because you should.
You see me as more than a prize to display,
But as a queen, whose heart lights your way.

Until we meet, this truth I impart—
You’re my king, the leader of my heart.
To guide, to teach, with love so pure,
A bond that's unbreakable, steadfast, and sure.

And when you arrive, as I know you will,
I'll match your love, with a heart that’s still.
For you deserve all, the respect and the grace,
Together, we'll conquer this life we’ll embrace.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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