In the tapestry of time, my heart is a captive of the past's embrace,
Unable to grant the love you seek, it clings to memories with grace.
Her presence, a haunting melody that refuses to fade,
In its echoes, your love finds no place.
She, the eternal muse, the very essence of my being,
In her silhouette, my heart discovers its purpose, all-seeing.
Across the years, she remains the beacon of my sight,
Forgive me, for it's in her love that I find my light.
Forgive me, beloved, for my heart belongs to another's hold,
In the symphony of memories, your love's tale remains untold.
She reigns as the sovereign, the guardian of my heart's plea,
In her love, I seek refuge, in her memory, I find myself free.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin 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...
