her

I picked a pen and started writing how I feel about you but blank page laughed at my naviaty. Yet, as I scribble, the ink trails fall shy, How can mere words capture the stars in your eyes? Your smile ignites the dusk, like fireflies in flight, And I’m lost in the glow, mesmerized by the night So here’s to the truth the blank page cannot deny, Not in the ink's complexity, but the spark in your sigh. I still wonder how u made the fallen star shine, And with each passing second, I'm grateful you’re mine. As I put down my pen, it’s clear now what’s true, The best way to write it—was just to be with you. In every glance, every laugh, every soft, tender sigh, Our love writes its own story, the most beautiful reply.