In the ceaseless rhythm of day and night's embrace,
My hand, a tireless maestro, paints with grace.
Not for mere riches do I perfect this craft,
But to etch your essence, a masterpiece that will last.
This is my delight, my cherished dream,
You, the inspiration that guides my artistic stream.
I wish to sketch you with patience and art,
To enchant your soul, to captivate your heart.
YOU ARE READING
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...
