I implore you, my dearest,
Please, don’t misread me.
If you do, the trees will grieve,
Leaves will wither, falling lifeless.
The tender wings of birds will break,
And time’s resplendent feathers
Will scatter in the winds of sorrow.
Life is nothing but a fleeting breath—
Yet, within a single pinch of love,
An eternity of joy waiting to be found.
Look at me, just once.
For so long, I’ve searched for you,
An existence wrapped in a veil of silence,
Hanging on like a fragile bird’s nest.
And yet, with my gaze lifted skyward,
I found you—
The refuge of my restless longing,
A home for my untamed heart.
Without you,
I’d be but a speck of dust,
Drifting aimlessly in the vast, uncaring wind.
Do you see it?
Our weaverbird’s nest atop the swaying heart,
An exquisite creation of delicate design.
Every fibre woven by love’s subtle touch,
An artwork beyond the reach of any artist’s hand.
You and I built this nest together…
Thread by thread, dream by dream.
I will not let it fall,
Not now, not ever.
A new dawn awakens life,
As the weaverbird begins anew.
In its nest returns love,
Poetry, melody, and the rhythm of hearts.
So please come, let us join hands…
In an embrace that transcends the tangible.
Let us vow, together,
Never again will we abandon the garden of love.
Copyright@Jannatul Nayeem
