The Light of a Silent Flame

Now that your portrait rests gently in my hands,
Now that your face reveals its quiet grace,
Now that I glimpse the soul within you,
Allow me to speak the truth you carry.

Let me kindle the flame of this truth,
A fire burning deep within my heart.
The sorrow I feel for you is vast and tender,
A profound compassion I hold close and sacred.

The world is often fickle—sometimes kind, sometimes cruel—
It embraces us in passing,
And casts us aside at whim.
But you—steadfast and courageous—
Are a beacon of strength and resilience.

The world tried to silence my heart,
Distracting me with hollow praise,
Its deceptive power sought to shackle my thoughts,
Fearing the light you bring to my mind.

I hate to see you shadowed by sadness,
Or lost in quiet reflection.
What I cherish most is your joy—
The radiant light that dances in your eyes.

Though I have never held you,
Nor known the shade of your skin,
In the image before me,
I see a woman of unwavering strength.

You are that silent power,
That untamed flame,
A soul deserving of honor and admiration.

And all that awaits you now,
Is to rise and embrace your life.