Love Of Mine

The sun rises.
The moon surrenders to the dawn.
Day by day, hour by hour, the world keeps turning,
yet my heart beats only to the quiet rhythm of your love.

It follows me through the wind—
the only messenger brave enough
to carry what my lips cannot.
A love forbidden by time, by circumstance, by silence.

Still, my heart hopes.
It waits.
It yearns for you.

Our story begins where words are unnecessary.
A single glance finds its way past guarded eyes
and settles gently within the heart.
There, chemistry awakens—
softly, patiently—
like the first light breaking through a restless night.

I imagine your lips against mine,
a kiss that history itself would remember,
as though our souls had always been searching
for the thread that would bind them together,
string by string, breath by breath.

And yet…

For now, we are only friends.
Friends who don’t even speak.
Two strangers carrying the memory
of something that never had the chance to begin.

We pass one another like seasons—
close enough to feel the change in the air,
too distant to reach out.
Silence has become our language,
distance our promise,
and time the keeper of everything left unsaid.

Maybe this isn’t our chapter.
Maybe it’s only the page before it.

So I will love you quietly,
without asking for anything in return.
I will keep your name tucked safely within my prayers
and your memory folded gently inside my heart.

I’ll be with you always,
even when you’re alone,
even when the miles grow longer,
even when we never speak another word.

Individually, we are whole.
Yet somewhere beyond this moment,
beyond fear, beyond timing, beyond goodbye,
I believe our souls still recognize one another.

Because my soul was made to love yours—
not to possess it,
not to rush it,
but to find it when the time is right.

Until then,
I’ll meet you in the sunrise,
the whisper of the wind,
the quiet between heartbeats,
where love asks for nothing
except the hope
that one day,
our silence will finally become a conversation.