In shadows deep, his heart doth dwell,
Where silence reigns, and tears often swell.
For Ana, gone, his soul does ache,
Her absence felt with every wake.
No farewell whispered in the night,
No chance to hold her, tight and bright.
Just emptiness, a void so vast,
His love for her, an echo past.
In the memories, he finds her face,
But time's cruel hands can't erase,
The pain of knowing she's no more,
A wound that bleeds forever .
Oh, Ana dear, where art thou now?
In heavens high, or depths below?
Though parted by the hands of fate,
In Mark's heart, you'll ever wait.
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Always the lover, never the loved.
PoetryDive into the depths of unspoken emotions with "Always the lover, never the loved," a poignant collection of poems by a one-sided lover. Each piece captures the raw essence of longing, heartbreak, and the bittersweet beauty of loving someone from af...
