My new love 🌹

My New Love🌹

In the hush between the night’s last sigh
and the dawn’s first amber breath,
a quiet pulse begins to bloom—
a tender knot of un‑said words,
a fresh heartbeat that learns its own rhythm.

You arrived not in fireworks, but in the soft
glint of ordinary moments:
the way a coffee cup catches the morning light,
the echo of your laugh against the kitchen tiles,
the sudden softness of a hand that lingers
longer than duty permits.

I watch the world tilt on a new axis,
where every ordinary street becomes a
symphony of possibilities—
your smile, the first chord;
your eyes, the lingering refrain.

There is a reverence in the way I trace
the outline of your name on a fog‑smudged window,
as if the letters themselves might hold
the promise of all the unwritten verses
that will someday fill the quiet spaces between us.

Love, in its newest dress, wears no armor—
it wears the vulnerability of a fresh‑cut rose,
its petals trembling at the slightest wind,
yet fierce enough to turn the soil beneath our feet
into a garden that remembers the rain.

So I step forward, barefoot on the edge
of this uncharted bright,
letting the tender ache of newness guide me,
knowing that every sunrise we share
will be a line in a poem we write together—

and that, perhaps, the most beautiful stanza
is the one that has yet to be spoken.