The first day we met,
You asked for a pen—
One that wrote your name on my heart.
Since that day, my heart rate soared,
And as months passed,
You’re here, but not with me,
Only a piece of my soul remains.

Liking you would be an understatement,
For what I feel is richer than gold.
The reason? Your smile,
It makes birds sing a beautiful melody,
And your sparkling eyes
Reflect the man I aspire to be.

A magic pen,
Mending two broken hearts,
Helping me regain faith in love.
You are my fascination,
The reality of my imagination. 🥺