A Promise of Forever

The Letter

Before her, mornings came and went,
Their golden light unnoticed, fleeting.
Then came her smile, so soft, so warm,
And ordinary days found meaning.

I wonder if she ever knows
How little moments linger here.
A simple laugh, a thoughtful word,
Grow more precious with every year.

She may have forgotten the little things,
The kindness given without a thought.
But in the quiet corners of my heart,
They remain, more precious than she knows.

The peonies bloom, the lilies sway,
Soft roses greet the morning light.
A butterfly rests upon a flower,
And for a moment, all feels right.

Yet beauty lives beyond the flowers,
Beyond the colors of the spring.
It's in the warmth she never notices,
And the quiet joy her presence brings.

I do not love a flawless dream,
Nor only the brightness of her smile.
I cherish all that makes her real,
The little things that make her worthwhile.

And if some days her skies grow gray,
If laughter fades beneath the rain,
I hope she finds a gentle light,
And reasons to believe again.

For love is more than tender words,
More than the stars above us shining.
It asks for neither grand returns,
Nor promises of perfect timing.

I cannot promise cloudless skies,
Or know what every dawn will bring.
But I can hold this simple truth:
Some hearts make ordinary moments sing.

And should the seasons change their colors,
Should years move softly through our lives,
The kindness she once gave so freely
Will be a light that still survives.

If forever seems too vast a word,
Too distant for the heart to measure,
I'll find it in a thousand little things,
In memories I will always treasure.

And if the world should ask me why
Some feelings never fade away,
I'd simply smile and think of her,
And all the light she brought my way.