The Dawn of Affection
Deep in my breast a secret I conceal,
Like winter buds that fear the morning frost.
My trembling pulse, a rhythm I can feel,
Within the silence is completely lost.
My voice does fail upon the verge of speech,
A crimson flush betrays my shy desire.
For though the heavens seem beyond my reach,
I burn within a soft and fevered fire.
Yet now the vernal breeze begins to blow,
To banish fear and winter from my soul.
The courage in my spirit starts to grow,
To make this fractured silence truly whole.
Receive this vow, this tender offering,
A word of love that blooms into the light.
Accept the sacred truth my heart must sing,
Like the first rose that greets the sun so bright.
Drawing inspiration from the Keatsian tradition, this piece explores the sublime tension of the unspoken. The shift from the ‘winter buds’ to the ‘vernal breeze’ mirrors the universal human experience of gathering the courage to speak one’s truth. It suggests that the act of confessing love is not merely a statement, but a natural, inevitable blooming of the spirit.
