Poems From The Heart

butterflies of love

On the line of connection, a conversation unfolds,
A phone call's warmth, yet a tale untold.
A friendship's thread, delicate and fine,
Woven with whispers, hesitant and benign.

The dial tone hums with unspoken words,
A heart's secrets, like distant birds.
For within the cadence of laughter and chat,
Lies a silent echo, a love that falls flat.

A crush, a clandestine bloom within,
A secret garden where emotions begin.
Yet, across the wire, a truth concealed,
A love unspoken, forever sealed.

In the symphony of words, a subtle refrain,
A heartbeat racing, love's silent pain.
Afraid to unveil what the heart conceals,
The unspoken sentiment, a love that reels.

In the quiet moments, where silence grows,
A hesitant heart, a secret it stows.
For the friend on the line, a beacon bright,
Is shrouded in shadows of unrequited light.

Their laughter, a melody, soothing and sweet,
Yet the heart trembles, in its discreet retreat.
For the crush that blooms, a delicate flower,
Blossoms in the shadows of an unspoken hour.

A fear to disrupt the friendship's grace,
To reveal the emotions, to face love's chase.
For they, entwined in another's embrace,
A love that blossomed, in a different space.

On the phone, a pause, a silence profound,
A heart wrestling with a love unbound.
For in the shadows of a friendship dear,
Lies a fear that love might disappear.

Yet, on the surface, the conversation flows,
As if the heart's whispers, no one knows.
Afraid to alter the course of the rhyme,
A friendship veiled in the cloak of time.

For the friend, a confidant so true,
Unaware of the feelings that softly brew.
In the realm of unspoken desires, they dwell,
A heart's secret, an untold spell.

The phone call ends, with a hesitant goodbye,
A heart wrestling with the unspoken why.
A crush concealed, in the shadows it stays,
Silent whispers of love, lost in the maze.