Let It Happen
let it happen
it was barely audible
yet soft and sure
in the heat of the moment.
what?
I ask
even though I know what you said.
I know the weight
and the feeling
behind those words.
the lights illuminate
your statuesque silhouette
in shades
of rosy pink
icy blue
and sunny yellow
your deep brown eyes
stare into mine
distracting me from the blaring music
and deafening cheers
I love this,
you say
I'm aware of my racing heartbeat
your hands tightening around my waist
and the smokiness of the stadium around us
this is it.
I love you.
warm arms embrace me
and soft lips kiss me
and my song is playing
live in front of me
and you love me
a small piece of heaven
is here
and now.
The Voice
December 2025
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