Seval

Tag: love

  • There Was A Man

    there was a man
    only a few years ago
    he would pack his backpack to the brim
    leaving no room for life’s gifts
    while others hiked through the woods
    he would run — over hills and wild paths
    grabbing freedom by its wings
    lifting the sky with his story,
    and letting lakes cleanse his darkness.

    then one day came
    the backpack became a heavy suitcase
    the wings, they bid him farewell
    shadows wrapped around him
    and trust had long been broken.
    though he dreams, at times, of that perfect wilderness
    what remains now
    are just high ceilings.

    The Poet Saw Her Will

  • To Describe You

    I found you in a cover version of a song.
    It was more beautiful than the original,
    more emotional,
    much better.
    The notes were the same,
    but the instruments—far more beautiful.

    I found you in an old map.
    It was handmade.
    All the details—
    meticulously crafted
    by the most talented people.
    Their hands must have trembled
    with the weight of meaning
    as they drew the lines that led to you.

    Your name appeared
    among the hidden books of an old bookstore.
    It was the most epic history book I’d ever read.
    No genre could truly capture you—
    but still,
    someone once tried.

    To describe you,
    one would need to learn
    from the time when myths and legends merged,
    from unspoiled natural wonders,
    from rare and quiet landscapes,
    from the greatest musicians of their era,
    from artists who led entire movements,
    from a ruler who opened a new age,
    from people remembered
    for the good they gave to the world.

    Still,
    I don’t know if even that would be enough
    to describe you.
    But even trying—
    was beautiful.

    The Poet Saw Her Will

  • To the Longest Daylight

    You were like the view from a train journey to me.
    For someone who had never traveled by train before, you were overwhelmingly alluring,
    untouchable even—
    so majestic,
    I didn’t dare turn my head for even a second.
    I was afraid if I did, I’d miss one moment of you,
    and one moment lost would cost me a lifetime.
    So I locked my gaze on the view.
    On you.

    Nature passed between us,
    and smiled at me.
    Bridges carried me over your gleaming waters.
    Unaware of all that unfolded inside that train,
    I only realized I’d fallen under your spell
    when I noticed my tears—
    not because I was sad,
    but because I had stared too long without blinking.
    And I hadn’t even felt
    my inner world spilling over as those tears quietly left me.
    I had stopped asking every logical question—
    first and foremost: “Why?”

    You left me in scenes I had never felt before,
    never lived through,
    and naturally fumbled to make sense of.
    Your image became a symbol, a poem,
    a guest in the novel I was building,
    a character I didn’t invite—
    but who became the most beloved part.
    You became the sentences that wrote themselves
    faster than my hand could keep up,
    words lined up in awe, just to reflect your presence.

    Whenever I tried to walk away,
    I found myself in pages written for you—
    tangled in poems that fell apart at the sight of your eyes.
    No rhyme felt worthy.
    Every verse bent its head.
    The words competed, but poetry doesn’t beg.
    You can’t write too much—
    you can’t leave it short.
    And yet, you composed your own melody
    within the most lyrical tone I ever owned.

    You entered my life like a symphony—
    unexpected, but the most beautiful I’ve ever heard.
    And now,
    even if I wanted to,
    I can’t send you away.
    More than that,
    I realized I don’t want to.
    Because somewhere along the way,
    you became the most essential part of my transformation.

    You’ve settled into a space I couldn’t fill with anyone or anything else.
    I won’t try to remove you—
    because I know,
    those eyes of yours would convince me otherwise.

    To lose to your gaze
    was to learn that even defeat
    can be beautiful.

    You are my most beautiful defeat.
    Happy birthday.

    Even if life began for you through heavy choices,
    I’m grateful you’re here.
    I don’t want to imagine a world
    where you don’t exist.

    Seval.