You always fold your notes so neat
Edges sharp, your secret beat
Leave it by my cup of tea
Like a whisper just for me
You don’t say the words out loud
But your quiet makes me proud
You speak in corners, bends, and creases
Still, I find the warmest pieces
I don’t need the world to know
Where your softest colors show
Folded like a smile, so small
Yet it holds me through it all
You don’t shout or write in bold
But your heart is finely told
In a shape that takes its time
In the curve that meets with mine
No big gestures, just your style—
Folded gently like a smile
No headline, no bright lights
Just your paper love in bites
Every crease becomes a beat
Where I find you, soft and sweet
You don’t even plan the while—
But you fold me in a smile