There are days when my thoughts betray me,
When I can't help but think of you,
Even in the midst of textbooks and notes,
Your face appears, uninvited, but welcome too.
I catch myself smiling,
And I wonder if I've become a fool,
To let my mind wander to you,
When I should be buried in the rules.
It's the way you speak,
With a softness that stays, never shy,
The way your eyes hold stories
That make me forget the passing time.
You've woven yourself into my every thought,
Like a melody that hums through my veins,
And try as I might to focus on what matters,
You pull me back again, like a gentle reign.
How did it happen,
That I became lost in you?
That every corner of my world now holds
The shadow of the things you do.
I wonder if this is how it begins—
A slow fall, a steady rise,
And though I can't yet name it,
I think I'm falling deeper, no surprise.
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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.
