I Curse You to Fall in Love with Me
I curse you to fall in love with me,
Not by choice, but by fate’s decree.
Your eyes, twin blades, cut through the air,
Deep-piercing stares I cannot bear.
You look, and all my wounds confess,
Each scar exposed in helplessness.
You slash the silence wide and raw,
And make me feel what I once saw.
I curse you gently, with a smile,
To walk beside me for a while.
No thunder left in your command,
Just open hearts and softened hands.
I curse you to be beautifully kind,
No sharp-edged thoughts inside your mind.
No poison words from lips shall fall—
Only grace, if words at all.
You will adore the ones you meet,
From tired hearts to dancing feet.
You'll see the light in every soul,
And praise them all to make them whole.
I curse you to be so damn great,
In ways you used to underestimate.
No fearsome threats, no violent roars—
Just gentle warnings at the door.
Your power now a tender flame,
Still fierce, but never wild or vain.
I curse you with a velvet touch,
That hurts a little, but not too much.
You’ll rise with dawn and speak of peace,
And share your joy without cease.
I curse you with a laugh so bright,
It heals the darkest parts of night.
You'll learn to sing with no regret,
And thank the pain you can't forget.
I curse you to be warm and wise,
A burning truth behind calm eyes.
So take this curse, it's mine to give—
To love, to grow, to fully live.
Not punishment, but prophecy:
To be the best you’re meant to be.
