The Rarest Discovery
I met you in borrowed light,
not on the stage,
but in the quiet rehearsal
where shadows fell softer than my heartbeat.
A glance, a spark,
a crush I tried to disguise,
yet the universe leaned closer,
whispering—pay attention, this is different.
Days folded into moments,
moments into forever,
until a night painted in black,
roses hidden in my hands,
and chocolates waiting to melt
only for your smile.
You, quiet in sorrow,
yet radiant in laughter—
asking if you deserved this.
And I, trembling with certainty,
knowing you are not your wounds,
but the healing I longed to give.
I have been a wanderer of broken roads,
but in you,
I found the map,
the home,
the finally.






