In the quiet depths of midnight's embrace,Where shadows dance and stars find their place,
I dip my pen in the ink of my heart,
To weave a tale of love's exquisite art.
With every stroke, emotions unfurl,
Ink spills, and my soul begins to whirl,
In this poetic symphony, I impart,
The love that binds and never shall depart.
Ink flows like rivers, pure and free,
A dance of words, just you and me,
Each letter a heartbeat, strong and true,
In this parchment of love, I write for you.
The quill caresses the paper's skin,
Revealing desires buried deep within,
script of passion starts to bloom,
As my feelings for you find their room.
In verses, I confess what words can't say,
How you light my world in every way,
A love like this, so rare and divine,
With ink, I etch, your heart in mine.
In moments of joy or tears we've shed,
Through ink and emotions, our love is spread,
Across the pages, our story unfolds,
A love so timeless, a tale to be told.
And as the morning sun does rise,
I'll keep writing, for love defies,
All earthly bounds, a sacred potion,
Forever bound in ink and emotions.
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YOU ARE READING
Verse by Verse
PoetryUnraveling the Tapestry of Emotion and Exploring the Mysteries of the Heart (I'll try to write a poem everyday)