A Week Shrouded in Affection

This poem is dedicated to the one,who didn’t need a reason to stay, who chose love in silence, on ordinary days with messy hair and quiet smiles.

It began small, on the breath of Rose Day,
A gentle Blossom, a timid step,
No sky splitting in two, no earth shaking,
Just you, me, and the echoes of our silence.

Shy and Quiet, Propose Day decided to creep.
No you didn’t kneel, but you did meet my eye.
Speaking in whispers, soft and unsure,
The world stilled, your gaze held centuries.

Sweet, but more than the wrappers on the floor,
Chocolate Day, your laughter, the smudge
Of Time holding its breath,
And sweet nothings, woven and entwined.

Arms wide he bore me on Teddy Day,
“He’s me, but soft inside,” you quipped.
It smelled of stilled time, hugs, and magic.
Though now he graces my windowsill.

No grand declarations on promise day,
Just a tight grasp of intertwined fingers,
“When it’s my turn... I won’t always get it right,
But I’ll be here. Each day. Each night.”

Then there was Hug Day. No bouquet.
Just you, silence, and not departing.
Love occasionally needs to be muted,
And it needs no rushed narratives.

The clocks capitulated on Kiss Day
And so did the world as lips grazed,
With the delicacy of warmed droplets,
Pressing against the soft earth.

It wasn't wild like a machine, nor showy,
It was calm, real, and soft like snow.
Now, it’s Valentine’s, and we stand still,
Nothing is boring is repeat, nothing to fill,
There’s nothing more to unveil,
In days I didn’t keep score,
I loved you, and I still love you, even more.

Author's Note

I understand it’s too soon to draft this poem …

But when you care for someone deeply, each moment captures the spirit of Valentine’s Day.

One does not look forward to the candle-lit dinners…

You honor them through sleep-filled joyous mornings, random text messages, playlists exchanged, and inside jokes.

This poem does not pertain to the dates of February 14th …

It’s for how they sweep you off your feet on the 3rd and the 7th or a rainy Tuesday with no schedule.

Here is a gift of my affection, wrapped in seven gentle days.

This is because love does not observe the dates on a calendar.

It simply, stays.

Reviews

[petec3638]

Neha You have basically written my comment for me

The silent love signs:
The unexpected kiss on the lips
Touch of hands
Small gifts > But not on the specified days
No special gifts on calendar days
Who needs those > when you are together in person or spirit - any day _ any time
There together - grubby shirt /blouse after work
Our love surpasses all those refinements

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you I am glad you like it☺

[petec3638]

Oh I missed out the silent non touching kiss
That you stuck your tongue out at

[hiren]

Hi,
Being so rush hyper and ever active, it hesitate to think you like silence too.
I talk which I feel I can get along, I could even speak if the person is younger to me kind of teasing in hard way, actually it makes easy to talk to younger because first they scared of me and I just talk anything. But I never felt I can't talk to him. I am funny girl inside because my family has his age group brothers and cousins they make so much fun and jokes..
But I really liked how you explained with so many lines of so many days we had together to see atleast.

Jessy Jacob ❤️