By Manushree singh
I love him—not for fame or gold,
Not for the smile the cameras hold.
Not just a face, not just a name,
But for the heart behind the flame.
The way he speaks, the way he sings,
He makes my world take flight with wings.
His voice, a song my soul can hear,
So distant, yet it feels so near.
He shows himself with open light,
And in that truth, I found my night—
And day, and dreams I never knew,
Until my heart just knew it too.
I tell myself, “He won’t be mine,”
He deserves a love so fine—
Someone who’ll be there, every day,
To catch his smile and light his way.
Before him, love was just a word,
A hollow sound I'd barely heard.
But now I live it, breath by breath,
Though love may lead to silent death.
If someday he should wed another,
My heart will break, but not with bother.
I'll cry alone, but still I’ll cheer—
Because his joy is what I hold dear.
He’ll never know how deep I fell,
But in my soul, he’ll always dwell.
For though I walk a different dawn,
With love like this—I'll still move.