POEM|HERE BEGINS A STORY.
Before I knew your name, my soul had already leaned toward you like a sunflower bending toward a light it cannot see but feels in every golden vein.
Before I knew your voice, I heard the hush of its music in the quiet between my thoughts, a rhythm that made my silence softer.
Before I knew your face, your presence lived inside me in dreams I could not recall, in a warmth I could not name.
It was not recognition of sight or sound, but of something older a memory the heart carries from lifetimes before this one.
And when the world finally revealed you, I did not think, "Here is someone new." I whispered instead, "Ah… there you are. I've been waiting."
I did not think, "Here begins a story." I thought instead, "At last… the story continues."
Thank you for reading…
Anila
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