At the threshold of love

 We have invented countless words
To talk about the world around us,
But when it comes to things like
The spark I feel
When you hold my hand,
Or the magic that envelops me
When we kiss,
The way your eyes

Spread their warmth on me,
Or the way your smile
Makes me feel like home,
All the words of all the languages

Of all the beings on Earth
Seem so dull;
And I am condemned to silence;
Perhaps it is a behest of the Gods,
To find ourselves stuttering
At the threshold of love,
For silence in those moments
Holds more poetry than words.

Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.

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