Poetry's Palette

Whispers of the Heart

In the realm of love, I write my tale,
Though truth be told, we've never set sail.
For love and I have yet to meet,
But still, I'll weave a poem sweet.

Love, a concept that dances in my mind,
A mystery, elusive, hard to find.
I pen these words with hopeful grace,
Yearning to discover love's embrace.

In dreams and stories, I've seen its face,
A feeling that fills an empty space.
But in reality, it remains unknown,
A path untraveled, a seed unsown.

Yet, I'll paint love's canvas with my pen,
For it's a journey I'll embark on, when
The time is right, the stars align,
And love's sweet melody intertwines.

I'll learn its language, its gentle touch,
The way it can heal, the way it can clutch.
Love, a force that can move mountains high,
A whisper in the wind, a tender sigh.

So, though love and I have never met,
I'll keep my heart open, never forget,
That in this vast world, love may yet appear,
And when it does, I'll hold it dear.

For love, my dear, is worth the wait,
A precious gift, a cherished fate.
And though our paths have never crossed,
I'll keep believing, no matter the cost.

In the realm of love, I'll continue to dwell,
Writing its story, I know so well.
For love and I may not have met just yet,
But when we do, it'll be a love I'll never forget.