A pulse formed deep within my chest
a pull that moved without a word
No reason shaped its rising force
no logic needed to be heard
Your presence called the rhythm forth
a silent map beneath my skin
Distance folded in its wake
my steps aligned with where you’d been
The air felt charged with hidden truth
the earth leaned closer to your place
Every moment held one path—
its origin within your grace
A quiet vow took shape in me
no promise crafted no decree
My heart discovered its own route—
the pulse that led me toward your sea