Divine Essence
To the Queen that knows her worth
It feels like a miracle, how we met...
not just the kind they preach about on Sundays,
but the kind that whispers in the quiet spaces
between what is and what could be.
Time feels different when I’m with you,
like it bends and softens,
slipping through fingers that once held scars.
What’s left between us is pure, raw,
something eternal,
like the first breath after nearly drowning.
You are not just a woman...you are a force,
a hymn sung in a language only the stars can translate.
You carry your pain like a badge,
but you wear it with a tenderness
that turns wounds into wisdom.
It’s divine, the way you move through this world...
unshaken, but soft.
A fighter who knows when to rest her fists.
A queen who doesn’t demand love,
but inspires it just by being.
I see you, really see you.
Not just the smile that makes time stutter,
but the quiet resolve underneath it...
the way you hold your head high
even when the world tries to pull you down.
You’ve walked through storms
most people wouldn’t survive,
but somehow you’ve held onto your light.
Even the rain couldn’t drown your fire.
And you... You make me believe in something bigger,
something holy.
When I look at you, it’s like I’m standing
at the edge of creation itself,
watching a universe come to life.
Every word you speak plants galaxies in my chest.
Every glance rewrites the laws of gravity.
You’re not just love...you’re covenant.
An unbreakable promise
that even in this messy, broken world,
something perfect can exist.
I know you’ve been let down before...
by people who couldn’t see the weight you carry,
by love that promised the world
but left you holding dust.
But I’m not here to promise you everything.
I’m here to be steady,
to match your fight with my own,
to show up when it matters,
to walk through the fire with you,
to hold your hand when the storms rage.
You don’t need saving...you’ve never needed that.
But you deserve someone who sees the battles you’ve won,
the scars you’ve earned,
and loves you not despite them,
but because of them.
You deserve a love as consistent as sunrise,
as steady as your own heartbeat.
I don’t just admire you;
I revere you.
Because in you, I see the divine...
a creation so infinite and intentional,
it humbles me just to be near you.
And if I could build something for you,
it would be a cathedral:
not of stone and glass,
but of devotion, resilience, and truth.
Because loving you feels like worship,
and being loved by you feels like grace.
So here I stand, raw and ready,
offering not perfection,
but presence.
Not promises I can’t keep,
but a love that’s real, steady, and whole.
Because you are not just a muse;
you are a masterpiece.
And every day, I want to earn the right to walk beside you,
to be a part of the brilliance that is you.
Yours,
With love that burns steady,
Your Poet
