I don't know when it started,
perhaps in silence,
perhaps in the small ways
your presence touched my heart.
You are not mine,
yet you live in me
like a soft melody
that never fades,
a warmth that lingers
long after the sun has set.
I do not need to hold you
to cherish you,
I do not need to own you
to love you.
It is enough to know
that you exist,
that your laughter
once crossed my path,
that your voice
still echoes in my memory.
And if the day comes
when you walk far away,
know this —
my care for you will remain,
gentle as the sky,
constant as the tide.
For love, to me,
is not a cage,
but a prayer:
may you always be safe,
may you always be happy,
may you always know
that somewhere,
quietly, endlessly,
I love you.
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louiray (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most lovely love poem very nice
Love can start suddenly or slowly. The very phenomenon is a mystery. Unfulfilled love is painful. “You are not mine…” That person belongs to someone else. This is the biggest tragedy. The words in this poem come from the heart, a heart broken by not being completed.
“Il faut, pour être heureux, être aimé, et l’amour pour son prix ne veut que l’amour même. »
Translation : « To be happy, one must be loved, and, love, for its price, demands love itself.” So, there is no substitute to love. This is a very touching poem…
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