To be truthful,
You're not the type I thought I'd fall for,
Not the one I imagined in my dreams,
Not the one I'd picture at the door.
You're Punjabi,
A world so different from mine,
And I never knew the beauty
That would come with crossing the line.
But somewhere along the way,
You made me want to learn,
To speak your language,
To understand every turn
Of your words, your world, your heart.
It's funny how the things I didn't expect
Became the ones I couldn't live without,
How every conversation with you
Made me want to know more, not doubt.
You changed my mind in ways I can't explain,
Made me curious about a world I didn't see,
Made me want to say your name,
And love everything that could be.
You're not what I thought I'd want,
But now I can't imagine life without,
A love that's grown from something new—
Something beautiful, without a doubt.
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Where Words Fall Short
PoetryA collection of poems that captures the depth of love where language falters. 'When Words Fall Short' is a tribute to the glances, quiet sighs, and unspoken bonds that speak louder than words-dedicated to the one who makes every moment timeless.
