Layout by: Mark Louie Pocot
Published by: Jellyssa Boniza
Date published: October 8, 2025
Time published: 6:42 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Admiration and unspoken connection in a silent sanctuary
The church was quiet,
a hymn flowing through the air,
candles swayed in their solemn hush.
And then—your eyes.
I caught them,
and in that small eternity
you smiled.
Not once, but again,
every time our glances crossed,
like a flame rekindled,
burning softly between the pews.
I tried to still my lips,
but the smile broke through—
shy, faltering,
yet alive.
Butterflies stirred where prayers had rested,
my heartbeat racing against the silence.
And in the middle of holy words,
I sent up a quiet prayer—
not asking for more,
only grateful for this moment.
Someday,
I’ll know who you are beyond the
smile.
Until then,
I’ll hold on to this wonder,
like a page left open,
waiting for the day
you let me read your name.
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