I did not know, the sunlight could feel so soft, 

Until I saw your smile. 

Like dawn’s first light, 

promising a fresh start.

Like that ever so playful drop of dew, 

untouched by time, pure as a whispered prayer. 

I did not know, sweetness could linger for so long, 

Until I kissed your lips. 

Your words like honey, 

Slow-dancing on the tongue. 

Dripping with fragile promises I dared to believe, 

So tender, I feared the ache lest it fades.

I did not know, the air could carry such warmth, 

Until I breathed you in. 

Like a whisper of rain,

On drought ridden land. 

Petrichor, promising stories in pages yet to be turned, 

Fainter than jasmine at twilight, filling spaces I didn’t know were empty. 

I did not know, silence could sing, 

Until I lay there in your arms. 

Your laugh more melodious than a meadowlark,

A rhythm meandering through quiet spaces. 

Your voice soft as a lullaby, bouncing gently on midnight winds. 

I did not know, a touch could quiet storms, 

Until my fingers found yours. 

Like mulberry silk, 

Brushing against calloused hands, weary from past wars. 

Gentle, yet strong enough to carry the weight, 

A silent vow whispering – You are safe, you are home. 

Being with you tastes like hope.

Not the hope that burns with desperation,

but the kind that wakes gently – soft and certain,

as though the universe paused

to remind me I was always whole.