“The Cave of Us”

by MayBeMeNow

When I wake with you on my mind, I find myself dreaming with my eyes open—wondering where you are and if your spirit whispers my name too.

My body aches not just with longing, but with remembrance of sacred nearness. A closeness that’s more than flesh—it is soul, it is covenant, it is home.

My mind paints pictures clearer than sleep, You, above me—your weight anchoring mine, not to hold me down, but to make me safe, a covering like the mercy seat.

"He who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favour from the Lord."– Proverbs 18:22

Inside me, your presence fills every hollow space, not rushed, not reckless—but with a rhythm only Heaven could have written, a sacred song we alone know the steps to. A fit that cannot be imitated, a harmony crafted by the One who made us two.

Draped over me like a duvet on a winter night—you are warmth, and I, your perfect mould, my shoulders tucking just beneath yours, like puzzle pieces in the hands of the Potter.

Skin to skin where sparks become embers, slow-burning and holy. Hearts beating not with urgency ,but in unity. We move like our scenic Sunday drives—no destination, just togetherness. Just joy in the journey.

"And the two shall become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate."– Mark 10:8–9

Fingers interlaced—white-knuckled not from fear, but from devotion. Letting go isn’t a question. We are tied with a heavenly thread.

The world goes quiet when we are close. Not silence—but the sacred sound of breath, heartbeat, presence. He is there too.

"A cord of three strands is not easily broken."– Ecclesiastes 4:12

And in all of this—this joining of hands, hearts, and lives—we remember that the God of Wonders crafted the first love story in a garden, where He made man from dust, and woman from his side—not from his head to rule over him, not from his feet to be beneath him, but from his rib—close to his heart—to be cherished and walked with in unity.

“So God created man in His own image... male and female He created them.”– Genesis 1:27

“For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.”– Genesis 2:24

We are not just lovers, we are living proof of His divine intention—two becoming one under His wonder-filled plan. He designed marriage not as a contract, but as a covenant, sealed not with ink, but with sacrifice, surrender, and sacred unity.

The door of life stands ajar, we peer through, sometimes stepping forward, sometimes retreating—but always tethered by the rope of trust. We’ve wandered, but we’ve always returned.

What if we ran now—through that door, without fear, without maps, without the world’s definitions? What if we stopped surviving and started truly living?

Let’s leave the guide rope at the threshold, and trust the Guide instead. Let’s walk hand-in-hand into the unknown—not to get lost, but to finally be found.

Let’s make a home where love lives freely. A cave with no doors to hide behind. A view over our life that doesn’t demand perfection—only presence

Interlaced fingers will be our rhythm, our normal, our vow.

"Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame."– Song of Songs 8:6

Like bald eagles for life, we’ll build our nest not in the noise, but on the cliffs of calling—not just as lovers, but as covenant partners, warriors in spirit, worshippers in truth.

Together we will soar, wings stretched wide in trust, eyes fixed on the eternal, returning again and again to the nest we’ve built with grace and grit.

Let’s rise into the wild grace of love—not to escape the world, but to elevate above it. Let’s build our sacred place ,a home with a higher view—where love is holy, love is us, and love was always meant to be.

“But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”– Isaiah 40:31

🦅 Bald Eagles Mate for life and return to the same nest year after year. Known for building their homes high up, symbolic of vision and higher calling .Fierce protectors of their young and territory. A powerful image of a soaring, purpose-driven love that fights through storms.

💬 "Like eagles, we rise above the chaos, loyal to one nest, one sky."