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Your Love Is My Home
Your love is more than just a feeling; it is the shelter where my soul finds rest. When the world grows loud and the days feel heavy, I think of you, and suddenly everything feels lighter. There is a quiet magic in knowing that someone’s heart is a safe place, a sanctuary where I can be my true self without masks or pretenses. In your presence, I find peace. In your laughter, I find joy. In your embrace, I find the home I never knew I was searching for.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
In Every Life, It’s You
Even if the world changes, even if time carries me far away, it is always you I find. Across the endless flow of moments, across lifetimes I may never remember, my soul remembers you. I have lived many lives in my dreams, imagined many roads I could walk, yet every path leads me back to you. There is a familiarity in your presence that no one else can match—a quiet understanding, a comfort that feels like home. I do not need to search; my heart knows where to go.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
Beyond Lifetimes, I’ll Find You Again
Even if time stretches beyond our memory, even if the stars themselves fade into darkness, I will find you again. Some loves are not bound by a single lifetime; they travel through worlds, through dreams, through every corner of the universe. I have felt it in the quiet moments—the pull of a soul that knows mine, a heartbeat that echoes my own. Every whisper of wind, every flicker of light, every song that reaches deep inside me reminds me that we are connected in ways the world cannot see.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
Your Absence Writes My Poetry
Every time I think of you, I feel a quiet emptiness that refuses to be filled. That emptiness has a voice—it hums softly in my mind and turns itself into words. I never thought absence could speak so loudly, but here I am, writing poems I never thought I’d need. You are gone, yet somehow present in every line, every pause, every sigh that escapes me in the stillness of the night.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
You Are My Always and After
You are the morning I wake to, the soft light that touches my face before the world stirs. You are the quiet rhythm behind every heartbeat that reminds me I’m still alive. I used to think love was something loud—something that shouted through the storms, that made its presence known in fireworks and noise. But then you came, and I learned that love doesn’t always need to be loud to be real. Sometimes, love is the whisper that says, *“I’m here.”*
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
