I come to you soft before words remember form, before light is named. In the space between our breaths, something endless learns itself. I love you not in the fever of blazing words nor in the clamor of restless sound, but in a thousand prayers that bloom where no voice dares to wander. You whom my hands have never learned I cradle within hush and shadow, folded into verses so fathomless they echo through a longing death itself cannot silence. In the still citadel of night, you become my basilica where I lose the map of myself only to be found in you again. You are the ocean endless, ungrasped spilling softly into the hidden chambers of my deepest heart. And if my feeling fails to cross the distance between us, let my poetry go in my stead adorned in its gentlest enchantments, or stripped into bare, indifferent lines for even in its quietest form, it will seek you, and somehow… arrive. 🍁🍁🍁 No te amo con palabras que arden ni con sonidos que reclaman ser oídos. Te amo en lo invisible, donde la voz se disuelve y solo queda el pulso de lo eterno. Nunca te tuve, y sin embargo, habitas en mí como un eco antiguo, como una oración que no necesita templo. En las noches más quietas, cuando el mundo se apaga, desciendo a ese laberinto donde tu ausencia se vuelve presencia, y allí, en lo más hondo, te encuentro sin tocarte. Noche sin ruido mi voz no te alcanza, llega el poema. 🍁🍁🍁 Eyes closed still I see light breaking into silence, shapes without edges. Not inside, not outside just one field dreaming through my gaze. I fell through the frame not falling, but folding in, membrane breathing back. What I thought was boundary breaks “inside” dissolves into you. Darkness blooms as sight, not absence but origin. Patterns start to think. Dust becomes a living script language born without a sound. You are not a form, but a quiet persistence moving through my breath. Even time forgets to end where our unseen echoes meet. 🍁🍁🍁 In nocte tacens, cor meum te invocat umbrae manent in versibus abscondo quod vox dicere nequit. Te numquam teneo, sed anima te gestat in silentio desiderium ardet sine fine, sine luce. Mare es mihi tu, profundum sine litore in te pereo et tamen in perdita me ipsum invenio. Si non attingam, preces meae volabunt per noctem longam et in umbra verborum tibi tandem occurram. 🍁🍁🍁 Light was never lost only waiting to be known through a watching mind. In your absence, I remain a shape the silence still holds. So if you find these words adrift in your soliloquy know they were never meant to stay ink, but to become the echo that remembers your name. And when silence gathers you whole, do not fear its depth for somewhere within its hollow breath, my unseen devotion is still calling you home. Take this poem as a lantern, dim, but unextinguished though distance may unwrite my voice, its final light will always seek you. If I must remain unwritten in your world, let this be enough that in another silence, beyond reach, I have already loved you more than words could survive. 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱 You dwell within me, an unforgotten gravity holding my fall till the last breath abandons, your name will stay intact even in my last 7 minutes Hic amor aeternus, etiam sine tactu purus in corde in silentio vivit, in aeternum manet. Amor aeternus, sine manuum nexu, integer ardet cor purum custodit, in saecula durans. Sine ullo tactu, amor tamen permanet aeternus ignis in corde castissimo in perpetuum floret. Aeternus amor, nec tactu indiget umquam corde purissimo, ultra tempus et mortem in infinito manet.
