Confession of love

My poems aren't for windows or display,
But revelations only by you have been engaged.
They pulse with soul like rainfall swept away—
You are their truth; the world is just a stage.

I hide no dreams, no sorrow, joy, or fear—
They glow like an evening light in window glass.
Each whispered line, confession drawn sincere,
Where “you” and “I” through words as one will pass.

I write to you while still I breathe and live;
For love defies all logic, frame, or rule.
It shines unbound, with nothing left to give,
It enters hearts, breaks down every wall.

Love is no bargain, duty, pledge, or price—
It’s stardust breathed in moments out of time.
It’s when you all forgive, not thinking twice,
And keep a faithful heart, no doubts in the mind.

So let the reader sense what lines don’t show:
That love is more than thought could ever name.
And if I’ve shaped its echo here below,
It’s passion… tenderness… and soft goodbye with no blame.