UNSPOKEN

I glimpse at his face, a fleeting joy warms my soul, his gaze shifts my world. Yet the one who lifts me up is the one who breaks me down. I love him as he is—no voice, no polished form, only his essence. But he can't see all I feel, my quiet heart beats for him. He is my whole world, yet slowly I let him go. Still, love will not fade. This wish burns in silent hope— God, why make love so helpless?