Poetry by Rowan Evans

Love began like whispered air,
a feather’s touch, a fleeting glance.
A spark that lingered, bright and rare,
a hesitant but longing dance.

Then laughter wove its silver thread,
soft-spoken words, a path we tread.
Your voice became my favorite sound,
the gravity that pulled me down.

Each breath of yours became a hymn,
a song that echoed in my chest.
I followed, lost, but wanting more—
a fire flickered at my core,
a love unshaken, fierce, possessed.
No turning back, no light left dim.

I dive, I sink, I drown, I soar,
no fear, no chains, just something more.
A weightless fall through endless skies,
reflected deep within your eyes.

And now, no rhyme, no reason needed.
Just the way you look at me—
like I am something celestial,
like love was meant to be freefall,
not a prison of measured words.
No pattern. No rhythm.
Only… us.