I ask myself
the reason I last smiled,
and I don’t know how to pronounce your name
to someone
who has never known you
the way I do.
How do I explain
to someone who has never heard your voice
that words can carry warmth too—
like candlelight in December?
How do I explain
to someone who has never seen your eyes
that eyes can speak,
that sometimes,
love feels
like rain?
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Most lovely, tender and sweet its words fall like a summer rain. A beautiful poem
This was such a lovely read. What a privilege it is to know someone so intimately that you’re at a loss for words when trying to explain the feeling.
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