FOR POETRY

I let a dream blossom  deep within your heart,   like a flower in a garden,   allowing its fragrance   into your sweet smile.   On the balcony of hope,  your words rustle softly,   mingling with inner whisper   to hold the burning fire   to your aspirations.   Your heart,  armed with courage,   sings a new song  with melodious notes,  tracing  the path where  you can set out to find   the dream you ardently desire.   A romantic movie  has been  born at the heart  of your own story .

 It’s whispering I don’t feel like it, while your feet keep walking. It’s laughing when your soul forgot what laughter sounded like. It’s answering the phone because love is calling, not because pain is leaving. Trust me, it’s hard to build through the life. Some days the only thing holding us together is our quiet love, just help me make it  through today and everyday. And somehow, if you see me smiling, understand something, I’m not pretending, I’m building breath by breath .

You came so slow and walked in quiet,   like you’d been living  between my breath and my heart. You are the softness after the storm,   the name I always call when the room gets too still.   You see the parts of me  that I hide from the mirrors,   and you don’t look away. If pain was my shadow,  you are the light that stayed, and in staying you became   the one after my heart,   the reason it remembers  how to beat without fear.