She is the river that quenches my thirst.
She is the destination
of every prayer I whisper.
She is the meaning
that gives my life its purpose.
In an ocean of people,
my soul chose the only drop, her.
I could never tell her
what I truly meant;
instead, I spoke the words
I never meant at all.
When she is not around,
a part of me fades away,
along with the version of myself
that only her presence could awaken.
My dear, my sunshine,
I hope the world is keeping you well.
Even when you turned away from my love,
it only aged like the finest wine.
Yet she made me
only a traveler in her world.
I will remain a stranger,
for I respected her decision,
even when it broke my heart.
The universe bound my soul to hers,
and whether near or far,
a part of me will always belong
to the love I carry for her.
It is a sacred bond within me,
one that time cannot undo.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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