Poetry by Rowan Evans

You are the breath between my thoughts,
the quiet hum beneath my skin,
the rhythm my heart has learned to beat for.
No matter where I stand,
I find you in every whisper of the wind,
in every moment that lingers too long—
you are there, always.

You have built a home inside my chest,
not with walls, but with warmth,
with the way your voice feels like sunrise,
with the way your laughter lingers like a song
I never want to forget.
You are not passing through—
you are the foundation,
the place where my soul has chosen to rest.

No beauty in this world could ever hold a light to you.
Not the stars that shatter the midnight sky,
not the fire that dances in golden dawns—
they are dim beside the way you exist.
For beauty is not just seen, but felt,
and I have never felt anything as breathtaking as you.

You are more than a dream,
more than a wish upon careless lips—
you are real,
you are here,
and whether near or far,
you are the only place my heart will ever belong.