In the midst of my doubt, I ventured to delve into his soul once more,
Gently leaning towards his chest, not just to listen, but to explore,
Immersed in the rhythm of his heartbeat, a symphony untold,
Deciphering each note, the melody of his essence, bold.
Enthralled by the warmth, his life pulsating within,
Vibrant and real, his presence akin to a lively violin,
He breathes vitality and truth, a soul alive and free,
In his being, I find the essence of what it means to be.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoëzieWithin 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...
