“Love Notes Scattered, Heart Unseen”

I wish you would take time to learn
the way I want to be loved,
the way love reaches me and stays.

It pains me that the letters I wrote you
lie scattered through the house,
my love notes left ungathered,
never cradled in a treasure box.

It shatters me to hear
the most beautiful love songs alone,
their lyrics unrecognized by you,
even as they steady my breath
and quiet my restless heart.

I brought you flowers,
love folded into a thousand roses.
You breathed in their scent
but left the envelope unsealed.

I chose the perfect dress for you
for Valentine’s Day,
the moment when two hearts
renew their promise.
Your hands rested on it
without care,
without fire.

If loving you means beginning again,
as if it were the first day,
I will relearn romance,
and, should my love not reach you,
I will surrender to yours,
tracing the path of desire.

And if this love is not yet strong enough
to hold your smile,
then teach me, precisely,
the window into your soul.