If words could carry the weight of my heart,
they'd spill like rivers, endless and true,
but even the vastest currents
could never hold the depth
of what I feel for you.
You are not just a name in my thoughts,
not just a face etched in memory-
you are the pulse beneath the quiet,
the warmth woven into the spaces
where silence used to live.
With every breath,
I carry echoes of you-
in the way the light falls soft in the morning,
in the stillness between heartbeats,
in the way love feels less like a word
and more like a place I return to,
again and again.
This isn't just a Valentine's note,
folded in the shape of fleeting affection.
It's the truth stretched into my soul,
the kind that lingers long after
roses fade and paper hearts
are tucked away.
I don't just love you.
I am love,
because you exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem