Whispers of the Heart

                       Dedication

To the boy I met and fell in love with —I know there’s a vast age gap between us, but love doesn’t count the years. Through every line of this book, I want you to know:I loved you then, I love you now, And I will love you forever.In the quiet spaces between verses, it’s your name that echoes.In every metaphor, it’s your smile that shines through.And in every heartbeat etched in ink, it’s you I’m writing to.This is more than poetry —It’s a map of my heart, and every path leads to you.

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            CONTENTS 

1. Crossroads Of the Heart -1

2. Crossroads Of The Heart -2

3. Crossroads Of The Heart -3 

4. I Always Loved you 

5. In the Pages and the Pulse 

6. When Starlight Found our Verse 

7. A Letter For Everyday 

8. I Wrote His Name 

9. Lost Soul

10. Every Line is You 

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      CROSSROADS OF THE HEART-1

He walked alone, a boy just fourteen,  With shadows trailing places he had been.Lost in a world that never seemed to care, He wore his heartbeat like the clothes he'd wear . 

She drove in silence twenty-six and tired,A soul once bright,now dimmed but still inspired. Her past a wreck she couldn't quite outrun,Yet still she chased the promise of the sun.

A gas station, a faded neon light - Two lives would cross beneath the stars that night . She saw him there, eyes cast toward the ground,  A silent pain she somehow felt, not found. 

He looked at her, not knowing what to say,Yet felt the pull that wouldn't drift away .A strangers face, but something more beneath, Two hearts that knew what it was like to bleed. 

She offered coffee, maybe just to talk.They shared a bench and later took a walk .No past were judged, no questions asked too deep -Just truths exchanged when no one else could sleep.  

He said " I'm young, but I've been through enough. " She smiled, "So have I - life can be rough," But in that space where broken pieces lay,They found a calm that wouldn't drift away. 

No one believed, no one would understand,That fate had written this with its own hand .An age, a number couldn't dim the spark of kindred souls who'd both walked through the dark. 

For hearts dont choose by age or time or place, They just collide and find a home, a face.And though the world might question what they see,Love knows no rule,- just who its meant to be.

So on life's highway, strange and undefined, Two strangers met, but left the past behind. They may have come from different skies above,But fate made sure they'd learn the shape of love. 

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         CROSSROADS OF THE HEART 2 

The days turned long, their secret moments gold,                                                                   Two beating hearts defying what was told.     But whisphers grew like tender in the air, The world, it started - said, "This isn't fair. "

Her family called it wrong,  a foolish phase, His kin declared it just a passing craze . " You’re just a boy, she’s lived a different life-  You need a girl , not someone else’s strife."

They tried to fight, they tried to stand so tall, But pressure comes and makes the strong ones fall.                                                            She begged him,                                           'Don't let go , not now, not yet.'                          He turned away, eyes filled with deep regret. 

"I'm still a kid," he said, "I need to grow.            I love you - but there's things I need to know."  She watched him walk, heart breaking with each step,                                                           Her soul still shouting words she never kept.

Years passed like storms that never quite moved on,                                                           He chased the dreams the world said he should don.                                                      She stayed behind, her voices in pages penned,                                                                  A love too real to break,to raw to mend .

Then come the news- he's marrying in June, Beneath a sky where once they'd kissed the moon.                                                                 She saw the post , a smile she used to know,  Now lightning someone else in evening glow.  

She didn't cry- not loud,not where they'd see, Just held her chest and whispered,               "Let it be."                                                          But in her book , his name remained untouched,                                                            A silent vow, still scared , still too much. 

And as he stood beside his youthful bride,   He caught a breeze and thought of ocean tide.                                                                      Of nights they walked, when time had stood so still.                                                               And hearts were brave enough to climb the hill.                                                                        No one prepares you for the kind of pain, When soulmates meet - and never meet again.  

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  CROSSROADS OF THE HEART PART 3

"When love returns not as fire, but as ash that still warms the soul." 

The years passed quietly, as they often do, With time softening the sharpness of youth. She lived alone, not lonely but still carrying echoes that time could not kill . 

He returned in autumn, leaves at their end, With a face she knew like the voice of a friend.                                                                No letters had warned her, no whispher, no sound- Just fate, once again, bringing love back around. 

They met by chance near the edge of the coast,                                                                  At the same weathered bench where they'd once held hope close.                                    He stood still,unsure, with regret in his eyes, While she, older now, had learned not to cry.

She asked him no questions- he offered no lies.                                                                  The past hung between them like clouds in the sky.                                                              He said, "I've aged more in silence than time,                                                                   In a world that gave me her but not the rhyme."

"I built a fire, I followed the road,                     I wore the right smile, I carried the load,         But on quiet nights, when my world goes still,                                                                         Its your voice, your touch, that I felt." 

She didn't speak of the years he was gone,  Of birthdays alone, or mornings she'd yawn. And reach for a name she no longer said -  A love left unwritten, a heart left unread. 

Instead, she offered a seat and her calm,  No fury, no bitterness, only her balm.