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Before It Burns

Her voice, thin and clear, Like an ethereal whisper in a quiet chapel, And her smile—like a luminous pearl in the velvet sky. As an old man, I longed for the halcyon peace of childhood, Gazing at stars, the moon, and you. What did I lose across the span of time? Was it love—sublime? Or a moment of sonder, In pursuit of a worldly wonder? Those beautiful eyes—so fleeting, But the warmth of your hug was real. There is serenity in the air, And divinity in my love. Let us sit and write a poignant poem, For the ache of not loving enough. My love, you shed light into my glade, When I, in fear, let it fade. Let me hold your hand, just one last time— I forgot to, back in my prime. I chased glitter, not grace, And left behind your embrace. It was your murmur of love That guided me through every cove. Now there’s nothing but the umbra of love, Burned from divinity’s stove. Light those old candles once again— Let me feel peace before it wanes.

Unkept

I gazed at that feeling as it flew past my eyes, Like a never-ending tale softly told in disguise. I knew she was never meant to be mine— For I am the burning noon, And she, the soothing night. Why do I give her so much of my thought, When she only shows me I’m easily forgot? We met for a few fleeting days I can count, But their echo still haunts me—deep and profound. I know I was never destined for her, Yet deep inside, I longed for the rare and the blur. Perhaps this bond was written in ages past, A moment reborn, not meant to last. We see the same moon in the sky each night— But she is someone’s love, And I am someone’s light. And who told the world that love is two souls near? It’s not—it’s a ripple of longing and fear: For the one we never touched, yet can’t forget, For the one we never held, yet still regret, For a promise made in dreams—and unmet.

A Letter to the Love of My Life

Love struck me more times than I can count— but this time, it felt like heaven. Winter shut its weary doors, and you stepped in, a blaze of summer light. I talked too much, you smiled and listened. Neither of us knew those fleeting moments would rewrite our lives. You stood beside me— the most beautiful soul I’d ever seen. I stared, like a stargazer lost in constellations. We’ve ridden the rollercoaster, held on through the rise and fall. Loved like each breath might be the last— perhaps that hunger kept the flame alive. You gave up all you knew, just to walk beside me. You faced storms, even danced with death, to give me the rarest gift of all. And when he giggles and people are astonished, I would say— It’s nothing but a stardust of our love. You saw me cry, small and unguarded. I promise— you’ll be the last to see me that way. Years slip past, oceans in between, but when you kiss me in your dreams, I feel it— a sweet giggle trailing down the back of my neck. I may not be the best ma...