Little Frame of Love

I think love changes the way we notice the world before it changes anything else.

The streets stay the same, the sky remains where it always was, and yet suddenly everything feels softer, warmer, more alive. Colors seem brighter. Ordinary walks begin to feel like scenes from a story only two people understand.

I wrote this poem for that kind of love — the one that quietly slips into everyday life until even loneliness starts making room for another set of footsteps beside your own.

For someone, love arrives loudly.
For others, it arrives gently… until one day they realize every little thing reminds them of someone.

And perhaps that is the most beautiful part of it all:
when the world does not change —
yet somehow, because of one person, it feels entirely new.