On this rainy Valentine's Day
I hold a heart that speaks your name in silence
not loudly, not demanding,
just steady as a candle
that refuses to go out.
You do not love me.
Not yet.
Perhaps not ever.
And still
my heart rises for you
like the sun rises for the earth,
never asking
if it will be thanked.
I love you
in the gentlest way I know how
without chains,
without expectations,
without turning your freedom
into a prayer for my own.
You have not even considered
the shape of us,
have not let the thought
rest softly in your mind.
But love, for me,
is not a transaction.
It is a garden I tend
even if you never walk through it.
It is a letter I write
knowing it may never be read
yet writing it still
because the words are true.
And if one day
your heart turns
even slightly toward mine,
you will find me here
not waiting in sorrow,
but standing in warmth.
Because loving you
has already made me braver
than being loved ever could.
Happy Valentine’s Day
from a heart that asks for nothing,
but feels everything.
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