This is not a book.It is a heart that kept writingwhen even silence forgot what to say.Within these pages lives the storyof a man who loved beyond time-who did not find her in the noise, but in the stillnesswhere two souls remember what the world tried to erase.He waited for her in dreams.He whispered to her in stars.He carried her in every heartbeatas if the sky itself were listening.This is a tributeto the woman who awakened eternity within him-and to a love that does not end when the world ends.A love that echoes when everything else is dust.It lives here.Waiting to be read.Waiting to be felt.Not with the eyes-but with the soul.My Little Heavenis not just poetry.It is the secret language of the heart, spoken between a manand the onehe could neverunlove.