SCULPTURE Sighed!!

She was a sculpture— QUIET,

SILKEN HUSH,

MUTED BREATH,

SOFT STILLNESS,

C A L M,

C A R E F U L L,

FEATHER-FOOTED,

CAUTIOUS GRACE.

Happy in her OWN little world,

Dreaming in silence,

Holding her heart like a delicate flower.

She never asked for much,

Just P E A C E,

just S P A C E,

Just a place where she wouldn’t have to explain

Why her words stayed tucked away.

But deep inside,

she W I S H E D…

she C R A V E D...

For someone who would understand,

Who would see the SOFTNESS in her stillness,

Who would HOLD her without asking her to change.

And then— HE came.

Full of L I G H T,

full of LAUGHTER,

Full of stories he couldn’t wait to share.

He didn’t rush her, didn’t break her,

Just stood beside her, HAND open,

Waiting for the day she’d take it.

His LOVE was G E N T L E,

M E L L O W,

TENDER-GLOW,

B A L M Y,

B E N I G N,

MOON-KISSED,

VELVET HUSH,

yet I N F I N I T E,

BOTTOMLESS,

S K Y W O V E N,

E N O R M O U S,

A E O N I A N.

His touch— a PROMISE,

not a D E M A N D.

On 14 February 2025,

His voice met HERS,

His hands met HERS,

His heart murmured three words—

"You are ALIVE."

And the sculpture breathed.