Still Hidden in the Stars
In My heart lingers an ache, a waiting both endless and beautiful. I carry the hope of love like a rainbow resting quietly in My eyes, unseen by the World yet alive in every breath I take.
In the quiet of My nights, I whisper to the one who hasn’t found Me yet, trusting that somewhere beneath the same sky, their soul reaches out too.
Each heartbeat reminds Me of absence, yet hums with promise, the way rain always holds the secret of a rainbow.
Love is not only about meeting; it is a journey of two souls moving through time, destined to collide when the stars finally align. Until then, My path glows softly with longing.
Though unseen, my love is real, as vivid as the rainbow in My vision, as steady as My prayer beneath the stars.
Night after night, I lift My eyes to the heavens, hoping the same constellations guide us both. My waiting is not emptiness, it is devotion, it is patience, it is love in its purest form.
I see My longing reflected, for just like the rainbow in the eyes, love too will appear when the heart is ready. My waiting is colorful, aching, and yet profoundly beautiful.
