Forgive me, for the promises I can no longer fulfill,
Forgive me if in this world, you alone must stand still.
Forgive me, forgive me, echoes in the void, a silent trill.
In the realm of love, I wished to hold you near,
To dwell in a home where dreams were clear.
To raise our children with love sincere,
Yet the love we sought now disappears.
I yearn for a lifetime, a millennium, two,
Together under one roof, our love anew.
But the specter of death, a foreboding hue,
Now stands before me, a somber view.
In the embrace of sorrow, my spirit cries,
Hoping you find joy as my presence dies.
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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...
