The woman I love…
She has purchased the real estate of my heart.
She is no magician, yet she turned the nothingness of my love life into something real.
It feels as though once Cupid was done playing target practice with my heart,
he finally gathered all his brilliance…
and used it to craft this love.
The woman I love…
She did not arrive with fireworks,
but with a steady flame that lit up every dark corner I had grown used to.
She is not a sorcerer,
but somehow she took the broken bricks of my yesterday
and built me a tomorrow worth walking into.
With her, silence is music,
and laughter is a language we never had to learn.
She wears patience like a crown,
grace like a second skin,
and I,,I wear gratitude every time her name crosses my mind.
The woman I love…
She is not the ending of my story,
she is the rewrite,
the chapter where hope decides to stay,
the page where pain packs its bags,
and the sentence where love finally makes sense.