They move toward you like a soldier
Crossing a battlefield carved from dusk
Their footsteps soft as classified wind
Their breath steady as a coded oath
Spoken only to the night
Your heart rises before them
Like a fortress built from old wars
Walls etched with the memory
Of every siege you’ve survived
They read those scars
Like encrypted coordinates
Each one a warning
Each one a map
Still they advance
Not with force
But with the discipline of someone
Who understands the gravity
Of sacred ground
They navigate your silence
As if it’s a field of hidden tripwires
Listening for the tremor of truth
Beneath each step
Every guarded heartbeat
Is a signal flare to them
A pulse of light
In the fog of your defenses
And when they reach
The inner threshold of you
They do not breach
Do not storm
Do not conquer
They remove their helmet
Bow their head
And deliver their final transmission
Quiet
Reverent
Unwavering
Mission update
Objective revised
Requesting permission
To love you
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This poem takes a turn at the end. Its beginning ominous and dark becomes soft and tender. Nicely done
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