Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection. Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. … Continue reading Close to you …

At the stroke of eight, as promised, our souls intertwine in the dance of time. The world pauses, and in this fleeting moment, our smiles paint the canvas of eternity. It’s 8 o’clock, and joy wraps around us like a warm embrace. There’s no room for the ticking of the clock, for in this space, we hold the weight of every dream, every hope, and every wish. By now, your eyes meet mine, and in that gaze, I find the echoes of a thousand lifetimes, a thousand promises. Before and after the hands of time, I pledge my heart to … Continue reading It’s 8 o’clock