love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I Loved You Like a Secret: Quiet, Constant, and Always a Little Dangerous
The Beginning Was a Whisper I never told anyone about you. Not because I was ashamed—how could I be, when everything about you felt like sunlight on skin after days of rain? But because you were sacred. Ours was the kind of connection that doesn’t shout to be seen. It hummed softly under the noise of daily life, like a favorite song playing just low enough that only I could hear.
By Sheraz Khanabout a year ago in Poets
I Loved You Silently, But Entirely
I Loved You Silently, But Entirely You never knew. And maybe that’s the part that hurts the most. I memorized your smile before I even realized what I was doing. I noticed the way your eyes softened when you talked about the things you loved. I held entire conversations with you in my head — the kind I never had the courage to say out loud. I wasn’t silent because I didn’t feel. I was silent because I felt too much. Too deeply. Too quickly. Too unreasonably for a world that demands explanation for every emotion. You were my calm in a chaotic mind. My distraction and my focus all at once. You were never mine. But I was yours, quietly, for a very long time. --- There were moments I thought maybe you saw it — in the way I lingered too long, in the way I laughed a little too easily when you spoke, or in the silence that fell after you left the room. But you never said anything. And I never did either. We danced in the space between “almost” and “never was.” I wonder now, if I’d said something — anything — would it have changed everything? Or would I have just ruined the one place I felt closest to you… even if only in my imagination? --- Time passed. We drifted. Life moved on, as it always does. But still, on quiet nights, when the world slows and I am alone with my thoughts, you return. Not as a regret. Not even as a wound. But as something softer. Something sacred. A love that never asked to be returned — only remembered. --- You’ll never know how much of me belonged to you, without ever asking. You’ll never know how many times your name stayed behind my lips, just waiting to be spoken. I loved you silently. But entirely. ---
By Muhammad Saleemabout a year ago in Poets
