Unspoken: Poems of Love and Memory

The Love That Knew His Name

About this poem

The Love That Knew His Name is a deeply personal poem about a love that transcends time, distance, and spoken words. It explores the idea of a soul-deep connection recognized inwardly long before it could be expressed outwardly.

Through images of roots, roses, silence, tears, and an unseen divine design, the poem reflects on a love preserved for decades—a love the speaker believes was known to her spiritual self before she could consciously understand it. At itsheart is a meditation on destiny, faith, sacrifice, and the enduring hope that two souls can find their way to oneanother.

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In a hauntingly beautiful, misty garden at twilight, a single, vibrant crimson rose stands in sharp focus in the foreground, its velvety petals glistening with heavy water droplets. This striking burst of color starkly contrasts with the cold, muted tones of the overgrown surroundings, where a stone pathway winds past lavender, ivy, and a weathered wall into a thick, eerie fog. In the shadowy distance, two dark silhouettes of figures linger near a stone archway, one with a bowed head conveying a sense of sorrow or deep contemplation. Above them, a crescent moon and faint stars illuminate a sky that fades from deep indigo into a soft pink and orange horizon, wrapping the entire scene in a melancholic, gothic, and deeply romantic atmosphere.

My love for him is rare and precious

Poets might write poems about it.
Authors may compose it as a fairy tale.
A director might turn it into a Disney movie,
while skeptics may dismiss it as nothing more than fantasy.

Yet this love is true and pure.

I have given it decades,
keeping its fire burning.
I have nourished and nurtured it
within the quiet cage of my heart.

Every tear I cried
watered the roots of my love,
so that one day it might bloom—
radiant and alive,
like a fresh red rose
in a garden.

My love needed no spoken words.

This is the kind of love
in which one soul recognizes its other half.

I chose him before I was born.
My spiritual self has always known his name.

I made a covenant with the Divine
and kept that covenant
through decades of silence,
grief,
and hope against hope.

Every part of me belongs to him.
The Divine removed every obstacle
so that we could meet,
despite being worlds apart.

Now I understand
why none of my past relationships worked,
why I ended up where I am now.

This is the orchestration of the Divine—
the unseen design
that brought us to this moment,
so that our sacred meeting could happen
and our connection could finally form

Arshia Sultana

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