you whispered excitedly
that it became a roar (in my heart).
i fell for you in the final syllable.

sometimes, you brush my hair from my face
and i will your hand to linger,
my eyes creating unbreakable strings.

(still, i'd rather leave you with wings
in case you want to fly {away}).

the roar becomes the sound
of a crackling fire late at night.
it is soft and soothing,
(the light from your eyes).