In English We Say I Love You But In Poetry We Say,

By Roshan Tara

When I open my eyes in the morning,

you are the first face

my soul searches for.

At night, I want to fall asleep

wrapped in your cologne,

drawing your scent into my dreams

until it becomes the air I live in.

Even in sleep,

my heart turns toward you,

as flowers turn toward the sun.

You are my sun

the way sunlight chases shadows away,

you have chased the darkness inside me.

You warm me

in places I didn’t know were frozen.

And when life feels like endless winter,

you are the fire in my chest,

the golden light

that keeps me alive.

I was a flower

in a deserted place,

longing for one drop of water

to make me live again.

And you came like sweet rain,

falling soft upon me,

teaching me hope,

teaching me how to survive.

Your love is not only water

it is the river that carries me forward,

the ocean that makes me infinite.

You will forever be

my most beautiful poem

the one I wrote

with the best words I could find.

And even then,

the words fall short,

for how can ink contain eternity?

You are my heart, my soul,

my pen, my ink, my words.

You are my silence, my song,

my reason, my prayer.

You are infinite to me.

And I want to keep exploring you,

to wander through your depths

until I find the missing piece

that makes me whole.

You are like my favorite storybook,

the one I never want to end.

Each chapter reveals

something new about you,

and I long to lose myself

in every page,

again and again.

If time dared to stop,

I would ask it to freeze

in the moment your eyes meet mine.

If forever has a shape,

it wears your smile.

And if love has a language,

it speaks only your name, every time.

By Roshan Tara