She asked, “Who am I?”
You are my first thought at dawn,
And my last before sleep.
You are my unfinished book,
A story whose ending I have yet to discover.
You are the first snowfall of winter,
That fills a child’s heart with joy.
You are the first flower of spring,
Whispering that winter has finally passed.
You are the road I have never traveled,
The journey I have always dreamed of taking.
You are the bird whose beautiful song I have heard,
But whose face I have never seen.
You are the reason for life,
The morning dream slowly becoming real.
And You are the word
That completes the letter I.
Then she asked, “Who are you?”
I am the dream you forgot upon waking.
I am the word
That never found a place in your vocabulary.
I am the smile
That never reached your lips.
I am the dream
That never found its way into your sleep.
I am the tear
That never reached your eyes.
I am the knock on your door
That you mistook for the wind.
I am the candle
You never thought to light.
And I am the letter
That never found its place beside You.
She asked, “What do you want to be?”
I want to be the smile
That finds you when you are alone.
I want to be the secret smile
You try to hide from the world.
I want to be the glance
That makes you turn away and blush.
I want to be the raindrop
That sends a shiver across your skin.
I want to be the tear
That falls when you remember the one you love.
And I want to be the letter
That finally finds its place beside You,
Completing the simplest,
Yet most beautiful sentence—
I Love You.