A special book, dedicated to a very special person.
This is not just a book, it holds the last remaining pieces of my heart.

She is somewhere in the world, living a life that never had my place in it.
And maybe that is how it was always meant to be. Our paths no longer cross, and maybe they never will again. Now, I cannot reach her in the real world. But, in my imagination I always have few conversations with her which only remains between us. But still, there are few words I feel they must be shared with the people, share with the world. Because if I do not tell the world how rare she is,
how divine her existence feels,
then the world may never know
what kind of beauty God once allowed me to witness from afar.

These poems are not an attempt to describe her,
that would be impossible.
They are only an attempt to survive her absence.

I hope my poems will make her immortal, forever breathing through the wind of the heavens.
A special book, dedicated to a very special person.
This is not just a book, it holds the last remaining pieces of my heart.

She is somewhere in the world, living a life that never had my place in it.
And maybe that is how it was always meant to be. Our paths no longer cross, and maybe they never will again. Now, I cannot reach her in the real world. But, in my imagination I always have few conversations with her which only remains between us. But still, there are few words I feel they must be shared with the people, share with the world. Because if I do not tell the world how rare she is,
how divine her existence feels,
then the world may never know
what kind of beauty God once allowed me to witness from afar.

These poems are not an attempt to describe her,
that would be impossible.
They are only an attempt to survive her absence.

I hope my poems will make her immortal, forever breathing through the wind of the heavens.