I am in his life

I never knew how I looked
until I found myself
reflected in his thoughts,
softly written in his words.

No mirror spoke,
no voice from home�"
not my mother,
not my friends�"
ever told me what I was.

Even when the world tried to notice me,
when fleeting glances turned to flirtation,
I remained a stranger
to my own beauty.

In crowded rooms, in quiet offices,
my worth stayed unnamed,
unseen�"
until I saw myself
in his eyes.

And there,
I became a dream.

He carved me into his writings,
made me an idol of ink and feeling,
and through him
I learned�"
how I look,
how I think,
who I am.

He called me
a forgotten girl,
lost in time�"
yet he was the one
who taught me how to live.

That was the greatest grace
I ever received�"
as if God himself
had come close enough to whisper:
“You are chosen.”

With sindoor upon my forehead,
a destiny already written,
I became his�"
not possessed,
but seen.

He honored every woman
who walked through his life,
yet gave me
the first word,
the last word,
and every silence in between.

“I am with you,” he said.
“Always.”

And in my quietest truth,
I answered�"
without a sound�"

I am yours,
only yours.

And somewhere in this story,
even my son smiles,
as if he knows
he was always meant
to belong
to this love.

Jessy Jacob ❤️