With every melancholic note I intone, You emerge, a wish to set my heart free, unknown. In every love ballad's whispered tale, There you reside, the dream to rewrite love's veil. Amidst melodies unheard, unsung, You sway, a muse to the unseen, yet among. Dancing gracefully to your own elegy's call, You, the embodiment of beauty, enthral.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
