Sincerely,

by F.S. Yousaf

I did not just fall in love With your beauty, I fell in love with every single Aspect of you. And I pray that everybody else Can see what I see in you.

Keep on talking about how lovely Our future will be. As every word escapes your mouth, Glimpses of hope Appear in my heart.

I did not enter your life To hold you back from your goals— To make you feel miniscule. I crave success for you, Even more so than for myself.

One of my many goals in life Is to give you the type of love That I had always desired.

There is something so sweet About the way your voice sounds Early in the morning. It reminds me of a time When I believed that happiness Was unreachable. But I am here, Astonished by the way You make me feel.

I was told That the feelings would die down. But here I am, Excited for every new day I get to spend with you.

There is a deep fog in my mind, One which surrounds me every day As I take aimless steps towards escaping. Even when I think of you The fog does not dissipate. My body remains the same: Trapped in a boundless cloud. But what the thought of you does Is give me some sense of direction— A purpose for me to keep pushing forward And never give up. No matter the days that have passed Or how many steps I may have to retrace. For who knows, Perhaps one day I may be able to see the sky again.

Three years ago I had difficulty thinking of the future. I could not think past The minutes and hours That lay ahead of me. I was living day by day, Anticipating some Sort of end. Your timely arrival Was a memorable one. And I thought to myself That this could possibly be The person who can surely Ignite a fire in me. You saved me From myself, And make every day Worth looking forward to.

Give the good a place in your heart, No matter if it is the size of A speck of dust. Nurture it, care for its needs. Watch it become new Until it consumes you whole. And when it does, Sit back And let its beauty envelop you.

My love is a yellow sunflower, So vibrant One may mistake it for the sun When they look at it from afar. A flower which blooms no matter The sky that stands above it— One which does not bend In mighty gusts. But with its strength and vibrance, There comes a day it will be snipped, Possibly by a man hoping To gain a toothy smile from his muse. One leaf and a half-stem and roots still Planted stubbornly in the Soft soil below— It will grow to its former self. No matter the time it takes, No matter what comes its way. The flower will bloom once more.