Love you, my darling —
like dawn loves the quiet sky,
like waves that reach for shore
again and again,
never tired of trying.
Love you, my darling —
in the hush between heartbeats,
in the warmth of intertwined hands,
in the way your laughter
turns ordinary air into music.
If the stars forgot to shine,
I would gather their silver
and weave it into your name.
If the night grew cold,
I would wrap you in every whispered promise
my soul has ever made.
Love you —
not only in the bright hours
when the world feels kind,
but in the trembling dark,
where love glows strongest.
My darling,
you are the soft place
where my wandering ends,
the quiet answer
to every question I never knew I asked.
And if forever had a voice,
it would sound like this —
steady, certain,
breathing your name
with mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem