The Draft Message

At times, words fail to convey all that my heart's whispers hide. 

In silence, my emotions write an untold poem to find a home inside

She was the moon, beautiful and bright.

And I was one of those stars waiting for her luminous light.

She was the glimpse of the sunset through the tree.

In the crowd of millions, the only eyes I can see.

In waters still, where the sun's glare dances, she was the lotus around.

Just like the violin, the melody's sound can be found.

Tokens of affection, each carefully chosen.

A bracelet, earrings, and letters to enhance your beauty is softly spoken.

So this was the unsent message, in drafts, it lay.

Words unspoken, in silence they stay.

A letter unwritten, emotions bound.

In the inbox of memories, forever unbound.