You Are the poem
You are the poem I wanted to write but never was able to
You're the emotions I wanted to express but never knew how to
You're the one which is my description of silence
Your voice is what my soul hears in this lost gloomy forest...
-Zaynaah Kaur
In the realm of love and longing, there exists a profound philosophy—a belief that the one who has never been met, the elusive and distant figure, can be considered a living, breathing poem. He is the unwritten verse, the muse of the heart, and the embodiment of emotions poured onto the page of existence.
To consider him as my poem is to acknowledge the beauty of anticipation. It is the art of waiting, savoring the moments leading up to the encounter, and crafting verses of hope and expectation.
He, my poem, is the muse who inspires the words that flow from my heart. His existence, though uncharted, fuels my creativity, breathing life into the verses that celebrate our connection, even before we meet.
Love,for me, is a silent conversation—a dialogue between hearts that spans distance and time. It is the exchange of unspoken emotions and the creation of poetry through unexpressed sentiments.
The essence of love lies in its mystery. To consider him as my poem is to embrace the beauty of the unknown, allowing the imagination to paint vivid strokes of longing and desire.
Love is a flame that burns, even in the absence of physical presence. It is the unwavering belief that he, my unwritten poem, is a part of my soul, forever etched in the verses of my heart.
Patience is the cornerstone for me. It is the understanding that love, like poetry, cannot be rushed. It unfolds at its own pace, and the unwritten poem is a testament to the enduring power of patience.
Love's path is also a journey of self-discovery. It is the realization that in crafting the verses of love for him, I am also writing the story of my own growth, vulnerability, and resilience.
When the moment of meeting finally arrives, it is a poetic crescendo—an explosion of emotion that brings to life the verses of longing, the stanzas of hope, and the chapters of anticipation that have been woven over time.
In essence, the philosophy of considering him as my unwritten poem is a celebration of love's creativity and endurance. It is the belief that love, like poetry, has the power to transcend distance, to craft beauty from the unseen, and to inspire verses of longing and passion that resonate deeply within the soul. It is the unwritten poem that awaits its moment, the poet's heart that yearns for the verses of love to be etched upon the canvas of existence.