Without holding hands, without walking,
yet he is strangely close to me.
Even without speaking, he understands,
All the unspoken thoughts of the mind.

He is the beloved, written in blood,
An invisible name.
He remains in love,
The scent of a silent rose.

Deep in your eyes,
I get lost,
Every moment, every feeling.
No matter how much the world turns,
You are my beloved,
You are my inner peace.

This poem is for him,
Soaked in the light of dawn.
The one whose face,
When I see it,
My heart,
Silently sings.
Your love song,
The voice that was sung.
Even today,
It echoes,
Continuously in the mind and heart