Your Gaze Makes Me Drunk With Love

Have you ever felt your whole world tilt, just from a single glance—like nothing else exists except that fleeting electricity? That moment when eyes meet across a wavering haze, and the room spins with golden light, it's as if reality itself starts to blur. I swear, when I look at you, it’s madness—a beautiful kind, where my heart pounds wild and everything unravels into pure wonder.

There’s this dizzy feeling, almost like being drunk but sweeter, standing lost in the center of my own private tavern—everyone else a silent blur, you the only clarity in the haze. It’s wild what you’ve done to my heart, how it glows and aches just for you, like you reached in and turned everything into starlight. Is this madness, or the only truth that makes sense? Suddenly, it’s easy to understand—love doesn’t make you blind, it reveals what’s impossible to ignore.

So here’s to the ones whose gaze intoxicates, whose presence makes surrender feel like flight. Even if madness is all that’s left, with you, it’s the only place I want to be.