On an early sunday morning,
while waltzing to the sounds of birds and coffee brewing
Illuminated by nothing but the break of dawn
he leans into you and whispers
“I dont make a habit of dancing with princesses,
But i promise to make you queen of the dance.”
and so you smile.
That was the moment you realised
love was not about giving away all you had.
Love was about growing to be a better version of yourself.
He could hold your waist,
or stare deep into your eyes.
But the steps
those steps were all you.
The Heart Of Tia 