In the Quiet Corners of My Heart

By Faiyaz Takrim

I loved her not with loudest words,

But in the silence that softly stirs.

Her presence - gentle, passing by,

Lit a spark stumbling drunk into the ragged dark.

A glance from her would make me stay,

Where joy and hope would find their way.

Not romance wrapped in flowers or wine,

But a silent wish for her heart in mine.

She never knew the weight I bore,

The prayers I whispered, nothing more.

No poems read, no bold embrace -

Just longing wrapped in gentle grace.

She gave me courage, not through speech,

But in the way her light could reach.

Each smile, each step, each breath she drew,

Became a strength I somehow knew.

She saw a friend, I dreamed a star,

Close in name, yet felt so far.

Still I stayed, not to possess -

But for her joy, her peace, her rest.

Now I write with trembling hand,

Not hoping she will understand -

But so this love, so quietly sown —

Yet I confess, I wonder if I love the memory,

or the wound it left behind,

May find a sky to stand alone.

By Faiyaz Takrim