In the quiet chambers of a small heart, a vast love resides. It is a love that defies the confines of its vessel, spilling over and traveling with the wind. This love, so immense, descends gently, loosening the pomegranate’s grip, and falls into the depths of two wandering almond eyes. It ascends with the dawn, finding solace in the tender dimples that greet the morning light, and in its journey, it forgets the way back to the familiar comforts of house and name.

This heart, though small, holds a love that is boundless. It is a love that knows no limits, a love that transcends the ordinary, and a love that, despite its vastness, finds its home in the simplest of places. It is a love that is both a wanderer and a dweller, forever seeking and forever finding, in the eyes and smiles of those it cherishes.

© Beatriz Esmer