My life was once a novel missing pages from its spine
a chapter left unfinished in a world that felt unsure
Then you appeared like poetry hidden in a broken line
a truth that made the emptiest of sentences endure
You filled the silent margins where my fears had learned to hide
softening the corners of a life too frayed to heal
You rewrote every sorrow till it shimmered warm inside
and made my heart remember what it meant again to feel
If destiny allowed a chance to change our fragile start
to place you at the opening instead of at the end
I’d rewrite every moment with the ink inside my heart
and keep you close as lover soul companion dearest friend
You are the ending my story wanted when it grew—
the final line that whispered there was beauty left to do
In the next life I will start
by writing
you