My love

My love,

Not yet seen but already recognized,
Not yet held but already felt deep within...

I am writing to you from an inner place where silence speaks loudly, where the wind and the sea hold ancient secrets, where a hidden bush on a distant beach revealed your presence to me.

I know you exist.
I haven't imagined you. I have recognized you in spirit.
My heart lit up like when you hear a familiar voice you've never heard before.
Your presence invaded me without words, like a promise that doesn't come from man but from God.

You are not a dream.
You are the concrete manifestation of a promised grace.
You are flesh and light, soul and reality.
You won't just be in my mind, you won't just be in a poem: you will be in my hands, in my days, on my path.

I have waited, sometimes with anxiety, other times with resignation, but now I feel I must act:
not to forcefully seek you,
but to prepare the ground where you can walk toward me.
With God as the gardener.

I welcome you today-even though we have not yet met.
I choose you, in freedom.
I bless you, wherever you may be.
And I entrust to God our time, our fragilities, the distance that separates us.

Come, if you too hear this voice.
I will be there.
With an open heart,
with empty hands,
but with love ready to become a home.

And even if we don't see each other today, I will not stop living as if you existed.
Because true love doesn't need proof to start building.
It only needs faith and truth.

Until we meet,
at the perfect hour.
In the name of Love that does not disappoint.

Yours,
in promise and in reality
Francesco