Your kindness,
your smile,
your presence—
those are the things that matter to me.
If love has a fragrance,
it must be like the scent of earth after rain:
pure, honest, and impossible to forget.
Because the rain does not ask the earth for anything
before it falls,
and the earth does not ask the rain what it owns
before welcoming it.
In the same way,
my heart never cared about what you have
or what you can give me.
That is how I feel about you.
Distance may stand between us,
different lives may stand between us,
and even money may stand between us,
but none of those things can change what I feel.
Like clouds filled with rain,
my heart drifts across endless skies,
carrying thoughts of you wherever it goes.
And when the rain finally meets the earth,
the soil releases its sweet fragrance,
a quiet reminder that the most beautiful things
cannot be bought or measured.