Love felt like a lotus flower —
picked only
by those who quietly craved love.
Then I found your soul.
You were not the loud one,
you were like a stream
joining a river
as if you had always belonged there.
I love the smell of your perfume —
how my sheets carry you each morning,
the bed feels warmer when you lie on it,
and my first thought
is always you when I wake.
I love your voice —
it floats in the air
when you whisper my name.
To be honest, dearest —
I will never regret
bumping into you
on that bridge.
You are, and always will be,
my favorite unexpected chapter
in my novel.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
Love felt like a lotus flower —
picked only
by those who quietly craved love.
Then I found your soul.
You were not the loud one,
you were like a stream
joining a river
as if you had always belonged there.
I love the smell of your perfume —
how my sheets carry you each morning,
the bed feels warmer when you lie on it,
and my first thought
is always you when I wake.
I love your voice —
it floats in the air
when you whisper my name.
To be honest, dearest —
I will never regret
bumping into you
on that bridge.
You are, and always will be,
my favorite unexpected chapter
in my novel.