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What's your favourite flower?

So I can gift it to you when your sad

Somewhere to find when your day has gone bad

What's your favourite flower?

So we can decorate our home

Il even carry one around so I don't feel so alone

What's your favourite flower?

So I know how to bring you joy

Give you a smile that reminds me of Christmas and toys

What's your favourite flower?

So I can plant it and watch it grow

A dedication to the best person I know

What's your favourite flower?

One that's beautiful like you

A reminder to your self to say, yea me too

What's your favourite flower?

So I can say it to you sweetly

Moments alone I'll whisper it secretly

what's your favourite flower?

I really need to know

Our love needs a symbol to put on this show

You might be wondering, if I notice things you don't like about yourself.

You wonder if I don't like them too.

You might be thinking of what people in the past have said about you.

You wonder if I think those things too.

You might not believe me when I say the opposite of these things.

You wonder if I actually see you.

I know these things because you have let them out, little by little, subtly and offhand.

Tiny little fragments of the sculpture of your mind and soul. I have been collecting them, piece by piece. Building the image of who you are. Alongside all the beautiful moments where your existence somehow turned the mundane into the magical.

I want you to know I won't leave, I never will, not unless you ask me too.

You are not just enough, you are the sun in the morning sky, the same sun behind the clouds in my mind. The moon I look up to when it's dark. Your every star that I see as a kiss from your soul. Your The hope in my heart that erases the Doubt.

If you ever wonder, if your not enough.

Just tell me one reason you think why I wouldn't want to stay, and Il give you a thousand reasons why Il never leave.

There is no longing there is no ache

There is no sadness you need to shake

For your space of love I allready hold

Dreaming dreams to lovingly mold

You will meet my heart and feel that it's true

In the love I have built, to share with you.

In your honour, I always smile

Finding you, may take a while.

I'm not loveless, without you here

But you missing out, brings a tear

And so I go to start another day

Loving every moment towards your way.

I handed her a small pebble in the shape of a heart, it's edges smoothed by the oceans kiss.

She slipped it into her pocket without a second glance, already turning away. ‘Oh, that’s cute, thanks,’ she said, like it was a trinket from a vending machine."

Her response wasnt gratifying at all. I guess because I didn't tell her about the pebble,

I didn't tell her how I'd been looking and sifting through rocks and stones all day. Getting a little bit exited everytime I found one that seemed special, my heart racing at the thought of giving it to her

You see I saw a video on Adélie penguins and how they collect a shiny pebble to give to there hopefull mate. They spend hours, days finding the perfect one, and then that little hopeful male penquin waddles up full of hope to his maybe beloved, up to her on her nest, gives it to her, hoping she will tuck it away and choose him.

I wanted something like that feeling for her and for us, because I chose her and tucked her into my heart like it's was her home.. I hoped she would feel the pebble.

Because It wasn't just a pebble, it was my way to make a loving moment, to turn my feelings of love for her into a grand gesture, like an engagement ring, like when I whisper to her"stay with me" while shes sleep.

But she never understood my love language, she never really did, "was i feeling too much" I ask myself?.

Now I walk away after giving her that pebble, feeling like a sad little penguin, who's heart just turned to rock, because the love i gave,...felt like it wasn't enough.

It wasn't just the perfect pebble i had been searching for ., it was the best version of my heart I could give.

I walk into the room, dazed and confused.

I’m in my 80s, in an aged care facility. There’s an old woman lying in my bed with an IV attached. She sees me and gives a cheeky smile.

"Aren’t you a little too old to be a nurse?"

There’s something familiar about her that I can’t quite place. I look at her bedside table and see photos of her and her kids, a wedding photo, and holiday snapshots. I realize I’m in the wrong room.

I smile back at her.

"I didn’t realize they started sending angels here. Or have I died already and gone to heaven?"

Her eyes light up, and she lets out a chuckle—dry and raspy. I see her eyes dart around the room, then focus on her glass of water. I shuffle over, grab the glass, and pass it to her, trying to hide my crippling arthritis while indulging in my act of chivalry.

"Thank you. It’s not a glass of wine like I’d usually have, and this isn’t the place for it either," she says with a weak smile.

"I think it’s about the company that makes the occasion," I reply with a wink, seeing her eyes light up at the challenge of some back-and-forth.

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Over the next days and weeks, I meet her in her room, and we share stories of heartbreak, love, humor, and achievements. We joke about the nurses and make light of our predicament. We become young again, and I see a woman full of passion and fire. I watch her light up about her friends, then drift into sorrow over missing them. I hold her hand and squeeze it, feeling her pain.

We start talking about what it would have been like to meet each other as younger versions of ourselves—having couple arguments, even.

"If I have to always put the toilet seat down, I may as well be your glorified toilet seat servant," I bark at her playfully.

She grins, holding the suspense as if she’s about to drop a bomb.

*"And you’d do it lovingly, because it’s how you show me you love me."*

I immediately let out a laugh, then look at her playfully.

**"Oh, you think you’re good because you just won the toilet seat argument? I’ve got more where that came from."**

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Over the next few days, we talk more about couple scenarios and living together. We paint a picture of a house, pets, and even a garden layout. We don’t feel like we’re in a nursing home. We feel like we’re in a dream together.

Months pass, and so does our health. I’m wheeled in in a wheelchair and see the nurses packing up her things. She’s being moved to the hospital. She sees me and smiles, reaching out for my hand.

**"There you are, my love. I’m going to need you to tend to our garden. Don’t forget the way I like things in it, or I’ll haunt you."**

She’s smiling, her eyes full of happiness as she looks at me. *Is she being strong for me, or is it because of the thought of me?* I wonder to myself. The thoughts start to overwhelm me. Everything we dreamed together—it felt real. It *was* real. I think about what I’d be doing if I hadn’t walked into her room that day.

Then I hold her hand and squeeze it. I look into her eyes as mine fill with tears.

"My love, I waited my whole life to meet you, and you were so worth the wait."

I wonder if she knows how much she gave me—how she made these last months feel like a lifetime of love. The thought of her not being here tomorrow twists my heart, but I squeeze her hand tighter, as if I could hold onto this moment forever.

And as she’s taken away by the nurses, I feel strangely happy. Because I’d finally met her, and it didn’t matter that we never shared a life together. It only mattered that there was a her to imagine it with.

​

Romance to me

Isn’t in a quote—

It’s in my words saying *you’re more than I ever hoped.*

Romance to me

Isn’t in a meme—

It’s in countless letters telling you *you’re seen.*

Romance to me

Isn’t one word from my heart—

It’s in showing you *I loved you right from the start.*

Romance to me

Isn’t an image—

It’s me trying to rhyme something with *image.*

Romance to me

Isn’t just grammar—

It’s me looking forward to *hearing you yammer.*

Romance to me

Isn’t taken so lightly—

It’s me looking forward to calling you *my wifey.*

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Romance to me

Isn’t in a quote—

It’s in my words saying "you’re more than I ever hoped."

Romance to me

Isn’t in a meme—

It’s in countless letters telling you "you’re seen."

Romance to me

Isn’t one word from my heart—

It’s in showing you "I loved you right from the start."

Romance to me

Isn’t an image—

It’s me trying to rhyme something with image.

Romance to me

Isn’t just grammar—

It’s me looking forward to hearing you yammer.

Romance to me

Isn’t taken so lightly—

It’s me looking forward to calling you my wifey.

When you’re as loving and as rare as can be,

You ask, How can someone truly see me?

It’s tough, and it’s hard—oh, how I know—

When your love puts on the grandest show.

Everyone is blind and never surprised,

When you look at everything with love in your eyes.

And you get to witness such beauty in the world,

To truly feel your emotions swirl.

You see everything in its grandest layers,

And everyone as intriguing players.

You feel all their thoughts and all their stories,

You hurt, you smile, and feel the glory.

Then you stop, to cry all alone,

For now you’re looking at an empty throne—

Made from dreams and made from hope,

They’re not there yet, and you want to choke.

From dried-out tears, cried out from fears,

From them missing in sight in future years.

So you stop feeling and stop being tender,

This time now, the heart surrenders.

From feelings that end so bittersweet,

The thoughts of when you’ll finally meet

A dream too great and too big to hold 

Where loneliness died once and for all

I decided I won't settle for less than what i can offer.

Which isn't the stars, it's the galaxies that hold them

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I dream of coming home to you and hugging you like your my purpose.

I dream of you getting home from work and I've already run you a bath to relax.

I dream of rubbing your tied little feet and hearing about your day.

I dream about making you laugh when you're in the middle of being angry about something.

I dream about roller skating in carparks at night under the stars and falling into each other laughing.

I dream of surprising you with a weekend trip and teasing you about where we are going on the way there.

I dream of giving you over the top romantic moments that make movies look pale in comparison.

I dream of having hot water bottles and emergency snacks on standby,

I dream of all of our firsts, and how Il treasure them and hold them dearly

I dream of being eachothers safe space

I dream about the first I love you, the day you say yes and the day you say I do.

I dream of sucking up to you when I've done something wrong

I dream about our wedding song

I dream about us being old together and sneaking into a movie theatre.

I dream about the days where you need me to step up the most.

I dream about you being the reason I can.

And I sadly dream about how hard it will be to let go of your hand.

Why cant I walk 3 metres without crushing on a woman.

And why do I crush on the simplest things like when they put a little "awww" at the start of a message and I think it's just the cutest thing in the world and it melts my heart at the thought of them making that noise.

Oh yea, that's why, because they are all so goddam beautiful.

Hope, I ran into you today

I smiled but you had nothing to say

Again you burn me and I got so hurt

You took everything, including my self worth

Why is that your the only one that can make me happy

I called myself a future hubby and felt so sappy

Now all that is left, is to feel so sad

You fooled me again and I'm not even mad

I wonder if you enjoy all this playing with me

Always Hiding, too invisible to see

One day you won't feel like such a chore

Il meet her and i won't know you anymore

How does that feel, to know your not needed

That one day Il have finally succeeded

Il hold it with both hands and twist the knife

I dont need you now, get out of my life

And As you bleed I will finally see

The biggest reveal ever to me

Il cry it all out and finally shout

You were never hope, you were allways doubt

A broken dream dreamt, but not by a broken queen

someone tell her how much she really means.

A heart so tender, a heart so sore,

honest love was all she asked for.

It got me sad, it got me bugged.

I just wanted her to feel so hugged.

Too many burns and too many hopes,

she has them all and still yet copes.

Waiting, wondering if someone will see

To whisper her words: *"You’re so much to me."*

She’s rising slowly, ever so high,

joining the angels in the sky.

Because what she offers is more than true—

if you hold her love, you’ll never feel blue.

Like a star, the sun, and a supernova,

she shines so much, watch it spill all over.

Slowly and slowly, in every word I felt

I felt her love and started to melt.

How on earth can you really exist?

And why are you someone I already miss?

Because words aren’t just a poet’s game—

they’re a door into someone else’s pain.

So when words like hers hit and render,

You feel so moved and become so so tender.

You want to tell her it’s going to be alright,

for what she offers is worth the fight.

To give her the words she so deserves

I’m here now, and I promise not to run,

my heart's telling me you might be the one

You don't have to hope or even pray

It became my purpose to make your day.

Her words were the paint, my heart was her canvas, and my poem is the painting she left in me.

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I saw your words, I saw your tears.

I tasted sadness, I tasted fears.

Someone thinks that they are broken—

it was in the words they left unspoken.

You don’t know why, and you don’t know where,

if someone will ever truly care.

I don’t see bruises, I don’t see scars,

I only see how beautiful you are.

Please don’t anger, please don’t cry,

I only ask you to look at the sky

and look up to the closest cloud,

Because the sun behind it is truly proud.

To see you process, to see you grow—

you’re figuring it out, I hope you know.

When your words become my own reflection,

a reminder of my own imperfections.

I stopped and wished someone would say:

"Its going to get better and be ok

Il stay and help you find your way."

I see you, they way you carry so much but don't let it sour you. I see how you hold hope that it will all get better. How you smile for those around you, and sometimes don't smile for yourself. How you love so much but ache for someone to love you, to hold you so high and never let you fall. Your not you at your worst, your the one you have been building, slowly, brick my brick, by thoughts and by actions. Your heart shines true, and I see it in you..

Smile right now because I've never been so proud. To witness you and know there is such a beautiful person in the world

sometimes, people are too busy chasing the wind to notice the storm right in front of them

Knock knock, who's there?

I'm not answering I don't care

Its me love, I'm right here now

Just as you were about to throw in the towel.

This cannot be true, I don't believe in you.

I've spent so long looking for you

I know, Im not what you were taught

I've always been a romantic thought

You expected me to just exist

An obvious thing you wouldnt miss

You looked in all the wrong spots

trying to connect all the wrong dots

It was there waiting ready to light,

It wasn't wrong it just didn't look right.

Now come closer and here what I say

Something to remember on a hard day

Because Desperation won't find salvation

And Yearning isn't good for a heart learning.

There's no magic trick for you to see

All I need is for you to believe in me

And don't confuse hope, for the need to cope

Just go and be true. And love will find you

I think I interacted with you. I don't know. She said the things I picture you saying. I even felt like it was you, but I got scared, and I think maybe she felt something too. And now I worry that she, or you, are out there, not feeling loved. I'm waiting for some sort of sign. Something, because I don't trust myself with these feelings. When the image of you became a real person, the thought of not been ready yet overtook me. So I do wonder if you will be ready to meet me, half ready to brace for heartbreak. But fully ready to love you. Is it stupid to think that I would allready know you. I feel like we would both be intelligent enough to have deep chats. Yet we would choose to be our silliest to laugh, those moments I think about alot..the jokes. How we would commit to the bit and be in character just for the laughs. And shit stirring eachother. I can't wait for the banter.

I just hope you feel Sorley missed, and your deepest sorrows sweetly kissed.

I handed her a small pebble in the shape of a heart, its edges smoothed by the ocean’s kiss.

She slipped it into her pocket without a second glance, already turning away. “Oh, that’s cute, thanks,” she said, like it was a trinket from a vending machine.

Her response wasn’t gratifying at all. I guess because I didn’t tell her about the pebble—I didn’t tell her how I’d been looking and sifting through rocks and stones all day, getting a little excited every time I found one that seemed special, my heart racing at the thought of giving it to her.

You see, I saw a video about Adélie penguins and how they collect a shiny pebble to give to their hopeful mate. They spend hours, days finding the perfect one, and then that little hopeful male penguin waddles up, full of hope, to his maybe beloved, up to her on her nest, gives it to her, hoping she will tuck it away and choose him.

I wanted something like that feeling for her and for us, because I chose her and tucked her into my heart like it was her home. I hoped she would feel the pebble.

Because it wasn’t just a pebble—it was my way to make a loving moment, to turn my feelings of love for her into a grand gesture, like an engagement ring, like when I whisper to her, “Stay with me,” while she’s asleep.

But she never understood my love language. She never really did. “Was I feeling too much?” I ask myself.

Now I walk away after giving her that pebble, feeling like a sad little penguin whose heart just turned to rock, because the love I gave... felt like it wasn’t enough.

It wasn't the perfect pebble I searched for and gave her, It was the best version of my heart I could give.