if love had a language
your eyes would be
my favorite chapter
the one I return to
when the world forgets
how to be gentle

they speak
without the burden of words
holding entire seasons
inside a single glance
a quiet alphabet of warmth
of storms survived
of dawns still waiting to happen

I have learned the shape of hope
in the way your gaze lingers
how silence becomes a sanctuary
when it is shared between us

every blink
turns another page
every smile hidden there
is a sentence I never tire of reading

and if one day
the rest of the story fades
if time scatters its pages
to the wind

I will always remember
the language your eyes
taught my heart
that love is not always spoken
but endlessly understood