It wasn’t love at first sight,
more like you sparked a quiet curiosity
that slowly engulfed the soul.
The kind that lingers in silence,
asking to be understood
before it ever asks to be called love.
Seeing you is like watching the northern lights — rare, mesmerizing, and almost impossible to explain to someone who’s never witnessed that kind of beauty for themselves.
I want you to know that whenever your crown begins to tip, I’ll be there—to gently set it back in place, with care, never haste, never pride. For when a man disrespects a woman, he disturbs the very essence of creation.
And as you lay your head to rest, embracing your slumber,
I linger in the quiet hours, chasing thoughts that won’t surrender—
counting moments instead of minutes,
measuring time by how long it’s been since your presence felt near.
I think we’d blossom,
like petals desperate for the last light of day.
Now as the sun sinks low, I hum her name in hollow symphonies,
hoping the wind is kind enough
to carry every piece of me
to her ears—
even if she never calls it love.
The moment I looked into your eyes,
I knew I was lost in a trance—
a siren in disguise,
and I, helpless to your call,
walking willingly toward my own demise.
Lay me to rest beneath a fading sunset,
haunted by your pretty brown eyes.
There was a time I would’ve held your heart like it was my own.
You were everything I yearned for.
But you chose a path that didn’t lead back to me.
And now, I don’t even know if you found happiness… or just distance.
Did you forget that at some point I just wanted your heart to hold? That it was you I yearned for, you showed where you wanted to be and unfortunately it was not with me. I can’t even confidently say if you’re happy?
I’m willing to weather every storm with you,
unafraid to raise our sails against the roaring winds—
because I know, eventually,
we’ll find the sun again.
It was always easy to get lost in her eyes;
I just never thought I’d live to see a day
where her absence felt like the sun had vanished,
and the sky no longer knew how to shine.
The clock struck 11:11 and she whispered, “Make a wish.”
So I did.
I wished for every dream my heart has ever dared to cradle —
but the truth is,
they all begin and end with you.
She said she loved me,
and I began to pluck certainty from a rose—
one fragile promise at a time.
But somewhere between hope
and the last trembling petal,
I lost the count…
and with it,
the courage to believe
that love should ever feel like a gamble. 🌹