Whenever I meet you,
the heart says
I love you—
perhaps thousands,
or I don’t know
how many times.
Yet somehow,
the words never come out.
They can’t reach your ears;
maybe you will never hear the sound.
So I pause
and observe you
quietly through my eyes,
so that
in the world of memories,
my imaginations
can never learn to die.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
Whenever I meet you,
the heart says
I love you—
perhaps thousands,
or I don’t know
how many times.
Yet somehow,
the words never come out.
They can’t reach your ears;
maybe you will never hear the sound.
So I pause
and observe you
quietly through my eyes,
so that
in the world of memories,
my imaginations
can never learn to die.
