In her absence, I wander, lost and pained,
Her presence was the compass of my soul
Now only heartbeat's rhythm, unfeigned,
In vast uncertainty, I endlessly stroll.
Though words fall short to capture love's grand hue,
No words of rejection in silence reside,
In unsaid adoration, love rings true.
And in its grasp, my wounded heart can hide.
She stands a metaphor, beyond my parker,
Her essence defies language, vast and wide,
To describe her, where words would always disappear,
In silent love, my heart shall ever bide.
So silent love blooms in my quiet chest,
In wordless verses, my heart finds its rest.
YOU ARE READING
Her Volume ~ One
RomanceYou write poems, right? Ah, yes Every single day? I do, please For whom ? The girl knows But what if she doesn't read? She's reading. Aren't you? It might be just a bunch of poems to others, but it's a story to you, my 32 ❤️ Title: "Her Volume ~ One...
