26/08/2026
I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT YOU
but the right words kept escaping me.
I flipped through old books on my shelf,
searching for a language to translate this feeling,
yet every page felt silent.
I picked up a pen, sat in the quiet of my room,
but my fingers froze—
how do you capture a warmth so vast on a cold sheet of paper?
I walked through crowded streets, listened to gentle melodies,
hoping something outside would give me a clue.
Nothing did.
So I stopped looking around and finally turned inward,
to that quiet space where your memories live.
I asked my heart, "How do I put her into words?"
And in the silence, it simply whispered,
"You don't need fancy poetry. Just tell her the truth."
So here it is, plain and honest:
I love you.
I’m no poet weaving metaphors from the sky—
I’m just someone whose whole heart belongs to you.