Is that my moonlit flame,
Stepping into the room like gravity’s own secret?
Eyes the shade of storms that never lose their way,
And lips that could start wars or end them with a smile.
Is that my hurricane in human form,
The man who carries elegance in one hand
And raw, untamed power in the other
Yet somehow holds me softer than a sigh?
Is that my Chuuya,
The one whose laughter wraps around me
Like the warmest silk scarf,
Whose voice tastes like the promise of coming home?
Yes.
It is my love, my anchor, my chaos, my calm
My beautiful husband,
Whose very name is poetry written in the sky.
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