In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world
In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world,
I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words,
Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel,
They are too small, too worn out, too tame to describe the tumult within me.
Instead of speaking them, I will let actions speak in the unseen language of love,
When winter makes me shiver and my bones become fragile glass, I will say "yes"
To your midnight craving for ice cream, even if my soul negotiates with pneumonia,
Because that moment with you is warmer than any blanket.
I will not say "I love you," but I will always stop my playlist for your music,
You'll think I've always loved that singer's voice, though I used to raise an eyebrow,
But now, when her voice echoes in my headphones, I find myself humming along,
And I will lie, saying "Yes, I've always liked this," just to see your smile light up.
I'll take a detour just to stay five more minutes by your side,
I will pretend I didn't see the puddle, just so you don't have to jump over it alone,
I'll bring the forgotten bag, the bookmarks, the heavy bottle, without feeling the burden,
Because if they belong to you, how could they ever be a weight?
No, I will not say "I love you," but I will know how you like your tea, how you hate coriander,
How you pretend not to cry during sad movies but play with your ring when emotions overwhelm you,
I'll be the one who notices when your laughter doesn't reach your eyes and changes the subject,
Until you forget the sadness that held you prisoner in your thoughts.
I'll cancel plans I was eagerly awaiting just to listen to your stories,
About the colleague whose biography I could write, and I'll make it seem like it's all easy,
As if loving you, quietly, foolishly, endlessly, is the most natural thing.
Because "I love you" is not something I say, it's something I breathe into every moment,
When I choose you, without needing a reason, in the silence of each moment.
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Dan Enache
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