In this vast world, there is a place for all things:
for the dew that kisses the morning grass,
for the sun that dances through trembling leaves,
but the corner where you dwell
That is the only haven I desire.
When my gaze falls upon you, time does not halt,
but rather it gifts me stolen moments:
a sigh that lingers in the folds of memory,
a quiet conviction that love
is no mere folly of the heart.
You are the breeze that whispers through the orchards,
gentle yet unyielding,
capable of stirring the stillness,
of awakening the dormant chords of my soul.
When you speak, it is not your words alone I hear,
but the resonance of something eternal,
a name I have always known but never uttered.
I have wandered the shadowed paths of solitude,
where light seemed but a distant tale.
And then you arrived,
not as a tempest that tears through the sky,
but as the first star piercing the velvet night
subtle, yet wholly undeniable.
Loving you is not merely desire;
it is the tender anticipation of your footsteps drawing near,
the quiet reverence of your hand brushing mine,
not to claim,
but to remind me I am seen,
cherished, beyond the fleeting moments of this world.
There are days when life falters,
when the grey of existence swallows the horizon whole.
But in you, I have found solace:
a sanctuary where even the fiercest storms
cannot breach the walls we have built together.
How does one describe eyes that are more than colour?
They are a language unspoken but understood,
a vow of mornings yet to come,
a verse that needs no ink,
for living it is poetry enough.
Love with you is not perfection.
It is laughter in the wake of folly,
forgiveness given freely,
the warmth of a glance that says,
“Though the world may crumble, I will remain.”
And so, though seasons may shift,
though fate may conspire to test our resolve,
I choose you, endlessly.
For love is not the journey’s end
It is the reason the path is worth treading.
By Nicole Noguez Olivares
