Redemption by the Coast- A love poem

Being a single mother by the day, 
A stripper by night, with no other way, 
My life felt mechanical and cold, 
With no room to let my emotions unfold.

The ticking of the clock kept me on track, 
But my heart's song I failed to keep in track. 
The stripping tore me apart every day, 
I felt like a machine with nothing to say.

Then came a man who proved me wrong, 
Listening to my stories all along. 
He didn't care about my past or my tears, 
Only that he could father my little dear.

He held my hand firmly but with a gentle touch, 
Making me feel like I deserved love this much.
 For once, my heart sang a different tune, 
And I forgot the tick-tock rhythm so soon.

We walked along the coast, away from the night, 
And for the first time, everything felt just right. 
Behind a wrecked catamaran, we took our rest, 
My skin felt his touch, and my heart felt blessed.

My eyes sparkled with tears of pure joy, 
As I looked into his eyes, like a starry sky.
 I wanted to whisper a secret to his lips, 
To let him know of my passionate grips.

As the wind blew against his face,
 I yearned for his kisses, with an intense pace. 
And when I looked at him again, 
His lips were tinted with fuchsia, like mine then.

From a hilltop view,
 I see the vast expanse above, 
a boundless beauty. 
My soul, trapped in mortal form, 
longs to soar free like the sky.

I wonder how to pen a poem for you, 
with only a mystic web to connect us through, 
unsure if anything will hold us together, 
beyond the end of this poem or for moments further.

Can words carefully stacked one after another, 
evoke a sense of order to reach your heart's cover? 
Like nature, unassumingly creating art, 
can we bridge the space that keeps us apart?

Let's be wrapped in silent smiles, 
ignoring the distance of distracting miles,
trying, just once, to know each other,
 in the shelter of a shared universe's cover.

Maybe, when we learn the universe's language, 
with love, kindness, and harmony as the message,
 I'll know exactly what to pen in a poem for you,
 or maybe not, as we already become a poem for eternity too.

You and I, singing in silence's meters, 
dancing to life's tunes and refrains, sweet as nectars. 
You and I, becoming the rhyme and rhythm, 
breathing love for eternity, becoming each other's poem.