Oh, love that fled my gasp like fleeting shade
Vanished into night's depth weeks ago,
How my heart aches for your warm embrace to stay
But I conceal my grief, fear hides its flow.
My fragile soul, like porcelain dolls that break
In winter's icy gleam, you may return
Or in the lonely night's bleak, sluggish flow
But now, my search for you seems numb and stern,
Wandering thriugh the streets, seeking love's glow.
In every corner, I seek love's sign
But emptiness and death are all I find
As if love vanished without trace or line.
Yet still, I cling to hope for love to resurface
Our memories hung on trees, waiting to learn
Hoping it will last, hoping you'll return.
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A Lover's Confession
RomanceWords left unspoken can weigh heavily on the heart, but in this collection of poems, the unsaid is finally given a voice. With raw vulnerability and heartfelt sincerity, each poem is a confession made to someone, whether it be a past love, a present...
