Your presence stirred the sleeping waves
that lived beneath my calm façade.
One look at you, and suddenly
my stillness broke without applaud.
The pull was strong, unyielding, deep,
a tide commanded by the moon.
No force could turn the rising swell,
no warning felt too late or soon.
I stepped toward you without thought,
the ocean answering its call.
Some hearts belong to certain souls
before they learn to love at all.
And though I tried to hide the truth,
my movement always matched your tune—
I was pulled in silent wonder,
like tide forever drawn to moon.