Heaven is You
When I think about heaven I think about you
Since you provide me with everything, love care affection and all of it which heaven promises
You're the reason why I still wander through the lost city streets
All I'm hoping for is a glimpse of you
Yes a glimpse of you will be enough to give me more patience
More patience to wait for you longer
Even if you don't show up yet
I know you'll show up soon
Even if we don't talk yet
We'll tell a thousand different stories to each other soon
Don't you worry.. 'I keep your promise of being for you and only you..
I'II keep your promise for only loving you and you...
-Zaynaah Kaur
In the soft embrace of twilight, as the world slumbers and the stars begin to paint their celestial patterns across the canvas of the night sky, she finds herself lost in the reverie of thoughts, where every sigh becomes a whispered secret and every heartbeat an unspoken ode. It is in this dreamy, hushed moment, when the world is still and time itself seems to pause, that she thinks of him as her heaven.
In her mind's eye, he is a constellation of dreams, a tapestry woven with the threads of longing and the brilliance of an everlasting promise. She envisions him as the guardian of her heart, the one who watches over her when the world outside her window fades into obscurity. His presence is her sanctuary, a realm where the cacophony of life yields to the gentle hum of their shared existence.
He is her heaven, not in the sense of ethereal realms and pearly gates, but in the way he makes her feel weightless and infinite, as though she could traverse the cosmos on the wings of his whispered words. His laughter is the soft melody of a celestial choir, resonating with the harmonies of her soul, and his gaze, a constellation of stars that guides her through the labyrinth of her own thoughts.
She imagines their love as a celestial dance, where every step brings them closer to the nebulous heart of their shared universe. In his eyes, she discovers galaxies of warmth and galaxies of mysteries yet to be unveiled. Their souls entwine like twin comets, bound by the gravity of an irresistible attraction.
In the quietude of her dreams, she finds herself wandering through a cosmic garden, where the flowers are painted with the colors of his laughter and the night breeze carries the scent of his whispered confessions. Every step on this ethereal path is a journey toward him, toward the place where their souls touch like two constellations colliding in the vastness of space.
Her heaven is not a distant realm but a presence that resides within the recesses of her heart, where every thought of him blooms like a starburst, illuminating the darkest corners of her mind. When she closes her eyes, she can almost feel his fingertips tracing constellations on her skin, mapping out their shared destiny.
And as dawn's first light begins to tiptoe across the horizon, she awakens from her reverie, her heart still tinged with the dreamy essence of her thoughts. In the waking world, he may remain beyond her grasp, a star too distant to touch. Yet, in her heart, he is ever near, a beacon of hope, a source of light in the vast expanse of her existence.
He is her heaven, not a destination to be reached, but a presence to be cherished, a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space. In her dreams and in her waking hours, he remains the guiding star, the eternal constellation, the one who makes her believe that heaven is not a place in the sky, but a feeling in the heart.