An Angel in the Morning Light

There’s something magical about a warm morning in the forest

when golden light filters softly through the trees,

casting long, gentle shadows and painting everything with calm.

It’s in moments like these that I feel her the most.

Not physically, but in a way that’s hard to explain 

like how warmth can fill a cold room without a single sound.

Even just a glimpse of her, from a distance, feels like peace.

No words, no effort just peace.

My world, which is usually fast and noisy, somehow settles when I think of her.

And suddenly, the morning feels a little soft.

To my eyes, she is the most beautiful sight.

Not because of perfection,

but because of how my heart reacts every time I see her.

She’s like sunlight breaking into a quiet forest

effortless, bright, and deeply comforting.

In my eyes, she’s not just beautiful she’s rare.

The kind of presence you don’t come across twice.

Evenings are special too.

When her voice finds me

soft, calm like a breeze through trees.

No matter how heavy the day has been, her words carry it all away.

And just like that, I feel light again.

Yes, we’re apart.

But somehow, she still feels like the closest person to me.

She’s in everything

in morning rays,

in the way leaves rustle,

and in the thoughts that stay even when the world goes quiet.

Thinking about a life without her feels wrong.

Like imagining this forest without light.

Dark. Lifeless. She is the light. The warmth.

The calm I hold onto.

“If every time I thought of you a star was born, there would be no need to wait for the sun to rise. The stars alone would light up the world, just as the thought of you brightens my heart.”

This kind of love doesn’t need noise.

It doesn’t need grand gestures.

It just lives quietly, softly, fully.

Like morning light always there, always enough.

And no matter where she is…

she’s always with me.

In every breath.

In every step.

Sometimes, it only takes one person to feel like home.....