[Verse 1]
In a quiet room near a mango tree,
He sat where no one else would be.
Words in ink, heart on sleeve,
Wrote the things he couldn't speak.
She was sunlight wrapped in song,
Always sure, always strong.
He just watched, day by day,
Hoping poems could make her stay.
[Chorus]
And it wasn't grand, wasn't loud,
No confessions in a crowd.
Just paper hearts, hidden lines,
Little verses in disguise.
He never said it face to face,
But left his love in secret space—
In folded notes and scribbled signs,
He gave her a love that rhymes.
[Verse 2]
She read each one with quiet care,
Never asked, but knew he was there.
Taped replies beneath her chair,
As if to say, "I see you there."
Contest day, the world stood still,
A poem read, a silent thrill.
She found the boy behind the lines—
He'd loved her all this time.
[Chorus]
And it wasn't grand, wasn't loud,
No fireworks, no marching crowd.
Just eyes that met, then a breath,
And words that trembled in his chest.
No flowers, rings, or fancy signs,
Just one last note that gently shines—
A question soft as rural skies:
"Will you be the love that rhymes?"
[Bridge]
He didn't ask like in the films,
No rain, no chase, no violins.
Just this:
"Will you walk beside me slow,
When the gulay's bad and the wind's too cold?
Will you laugh when I forget the line,
Stay with me till end of time?"
[Final Chorus]
No spotlight, just a school court stage,
Two hearts on the same page.
She said yes, with teary eyes—
And the world just faded behind.
Now when it rains, they still exchange
Verses only they can claim.
In every line, they softly shine,
Living a love that rhymes.
[Outro]
Not a show, not a script, not a tale for the screen,
Just the spaces between—
A quiet boy, a girl who sees—
And a poem that turned into we.