I find my way, a heart loyal, via love’s embrace.
A beggar’s doubts, a transient thought, yet a princess crowned in pure affection.
Moments of certainty, the warm hug of affection,
Still, shadows remain, leaving a mark.
Who’s in your heart, confusion murmurs?
Can love transmit a fleeting memory?
My mind is a never-ending dance,
Lost in a romantic daze, a state of trance.
I wonder whether I exist, even for a brief while, in your loving thoughts.
Are the words I share naive?
I lay them bare in the language of love.
My heart says to you, “I love you,” without making a big, great pronouncement.
By Leo Miuni Pandithage
