Love That Refuses to Die

"" I have called your name in the dead of night, whispered it to the moon, begged the wind to carry it to you— but silence is the only voice that answers. You are the fire my hands were made to hold, yet I am left with only the burn. Tell me, do you feel the heat too, or am I chasing a ghost of warmth? I do not ask you to love me out of pity, nor to soothe the ache in my ribs. I ask you to stand before this love— to see it, to feel it— and tell me it is not real. Tell me my heart beats for nothing. Tell me the stars I have named after you are nothing more than dying light. Say it, if you dare— but know this: Even if you turn away, even if you cast my love into the sea, it will not drown. It will not fade. It will only wait.