When Hannyela first touched my silent days,
She brought no crown for love's uncertain throne;
She lit within my soul forgotten ways,
Where seeds of unseen constellations shone.
I thought that love must end in clasping hands,
Or find its peace where faithful lovers meet;
Instead, it raised within untrodden lands
A voice that taught my hidden heart to beat.
She was no harbor where my voyage ceased,
But wind that drew my vessel from the shore;
Each dream she woke enlarged the inward east,
Revealing skies uncharted evermore.
Thus love became no gift that I could claim,
But fire that forged a truer soul from flame.
Though time may fold Hannyela from my sight,
It cannot close the dawn she placed in me;
For every loss transforms remembered light
Into the star of deeper destiny.
Love does not ask if two shall still remain,
Nor measure truth by nearness, kiss, or years;
Its highest art is fashioned out of pain,
Till wisdom flowers through the soil of tears.
The heart that once has truly learned to rise
Needs not the chain of presence to endure;
It builds new heavens underneath all skies,
Where absence makes eternity more pure.
So Hannyela lives where no clocks can move—
Within the soul remade by deathless love.