My heart has been beating since the day I was born,
So I won’t lie to you—it’s not beating because of you.
But there's a difference now; I’m holding my chest,
And for the first time, I hear the music in its rhythm.

I won’t lie to you, this isn’t my first sleepless night,
Nor the first time I’ve looked up to watch the stars.
But tonight is different; I don’t want to close my eyes.
Lying on this bed, staring at the dark ceiling,
I see a million stars, each one carrying your reflection.

It’s not the first time I’m on a taxing journey,
But there’s a difference this time—
Every hurdle in my way, every moment I’d lose my cool,
Is turning into lines of a poem, though I am no poet.

But I am afraid; I sense it’s all a dream,
A fragile illusion, part of nature's elaborate plan.
I thump my chest, trying to still the rhythm,
I close my eyes, hoping to escape the stars.
But I wish to keep going, writing forever —
Alas, I am no poet, and there’s no space left on the page.