The Beauty Of It Poem by Khano mecca themeli

You said,
this year is not for love
but how do I silence a heart
that beats your name with every breath?
You are fine Wine..
rare, deep, unforgettable,
the kind of beauty that lingers
long after the first taste.
When you smile,
the world softens,
when you laugh,
the air feels lighter,
and my soul whispers, stay.
I don't ask to cage you,
or rush you like a storm.
I ask for a chance,
to walk beside you,
to celebrate your highs
and carry part of your lows.
Let me love you slowly,
with patience and fire,
with laughter and quiet care.
Let me be your peace,
not your prison.
If your heart says not yet,
I'll wait.
But if even a small corner opens,
let me step in gently,
and show you a love
that grows, that stays, that shines.
So here I stand,
honest, nervous, true—
Would you give us a chance?
To turn this rhythm in my chest
into the beginning of us.