Silent heart

I carry your name in the quiet corners of my heart, Not spoken aloud, Yet present in every silent prayer. You are the thought that lingers Long after the conversation ends, The chapter I return to Even when I promise myself I’ve finished the book. I do not know what tomorrow holds, Or whether our paths were meant to meet for a moment Or a lifetime. But I know this: Some people arrive in our lives Like ordinary strangers, Then leave fingerprints on our souls. And if loving you means Keeping these feelings hidden beneath a smile, Then let my heart be a garden of unspoken words, Blooming quietly, Where only God and I know your name.