My love is from a faraway place where nostalgia grows, rooted in the soil of memories and dreams. It is a love unsteady and inconsolable, clothed in both anxiety and joy, a paradox of emotions that intertwine like vines. My love is seldom yet common, a quiet whisper in the din of existence, abundant with dreams yet steadfast in its truth. It is a love that radiates warmth like the sun and offers solace like the shade of a palm, always reliable, always legitimate.

My love loves with all its might, embracing both defects and virtues with equal fervor. It is a love that will stay with you, steadfast and unwavering, never seeking to escape. This love is the love of a refugee, a soul displaced yet deeply attached, finding its place in the heart of another. It is nothing more, nothing less—a profound testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit.

In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, my love will be there, a constant presence. It will hold you through the storms, anchor you in the calm, and remind you that even in the most uncertain of times, love endures. This love, born from a place of longing and hope, is the truest form of connection, a bridge between past and present, a promise for the future. ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer