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कार्मेल #11 (a new series for 2025)


Worth the Risk

I just want you to know-

In the quiet spaces of my heart,

A wish begins to grow:

To pursue you, to make a start.


I want to take this leap,

To risk it all for you,

For in your presence, deep

Within, I know it’s true-


You are worth the risk,

A treasure beyond compare.

Win or lose, I won’t regret

The love I choose to share.


What matters most to me

Is not the end, but this-

That you feel, undeniably,

How precious you truly is.


So let me show you every day

How lovable you are,

How much you mean in every way-

My guiding, shining star.

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