i am just a simple person but you have placed all of your love into me claiming that no one else is more deserving and it

i am just a simple person

but you have placed all of your love into me claiming that no one else is more deserving and it is bewildering to me because i don’t know where to place all of it. if i could be half as good to you as you have always been to me, i can only pray that you’d see the softer shades of redness and hues of pinkness that lives inside of my heart. words can only take me so far, the rest is up to how people perceive me. i was born from the ashes of burnt down cities and lost libraries and if poetry is where i live, then these poems are just an address that you can always return my love back into myself. i am a thorn, i am a rose, but love has always been this thing worth growing for. i’ve pricked myself by carelessly plucking, but i will never dispose of your petals and keep them for myself. i have chosen to set myself free and let go of the pain of not loving myself. people always ask how do you do it? where do you start if you want to love yourself? the truth is… your body is a sacred temple, your mind is your place of genuine prayers meant for safe forehead kisses, your soul is your destiny to be heard and listened to, and your heart is the music as to which i’ve had the pleasure of being the watchful guardian of. i can only love you in a way of calmness and peaceful wondering. you’ve been pondering if this is love? i have never questioned the dedicated words you’ve placed into my ears, i can only hope that you sense the sincerity that escapes my throat as soft paired butterflies that will always find you because if i am virtuous then you are honorable down to the way that you look at me and how you say my name when i’m asleep. words can only take me so far, the rest is up to you. words can only take you so far, the rest is up to me. i am bound to the cosmos in wonderous ways— beautiful from crack to crack, from root to crown, from heart to heart— i am a whispered heard by your soul power and i can only love you more for it. if this is the part of the story where i tell you that you’re beautiful until you believe in yourself some day, i will gladly let these be my last words.

—समर्पित = “dedicated”