In a realm of words and ink, love did appear,
A creation of the mind, drawing me near.
Formed from the depths of imaginative art,
A being unseen, yet touching my heart.
How do I hold the letters, express my devotion?
To a being of paper, a mere poetic notion.
I ponder by day, I ponder by night,
A mysterious love, a captivating sight.
Though just a creation, a figment of thought,
My tears speak of feelings, deep and unsought.
A love for a fiction, a tale spun in air,
Yet within me, a love so rare.
Like magic it weaves, a spell so strong,
Binding me to it, where I belong.
Some may question, think me insane,
For loving a creation, not of flesh and vein.
But how do I stifle this love so pure,
This bond that in my soul does endure?
A figment it may be, a creation of art,
Yet my love for it beats within my heart.
A love born of words, a love so true,
In the realm of imagination, my love for you.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoesíaWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
