t h i r t y s i x: Heart's whispers

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For you,My relatable partner,awesomaryam

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For you,
My relatable partner,
awesomaryam

In the depths of love's cruel game I found,
A longing so fierce, it consumes my mind.
For there exists a soul I can't possess,
Yet my heart whispers enchating tales, "You must nonetheless."

To love from afar, a bittersweet plight,
Yearning for a touch, a love so right.
Though fate has dealt a hand we can't control,
I strive to bring joy, with my wounded soul.

In silence, I secretly weave his delight,
Creating moments, to mend his darkest night.
With each laborious step, we fight our fate,
To see him smile, a love I can't abate.

He wander clueless through life's winding maze,
While I burn in silent love's merciless blaze.
The truths concealed, in depths beyond their sight,
I endure the agony, hidden in our plight.

Through sleepless nights, our love does persist,
A melancholic dance, in moments we resist.
I cherish his presence, though it's not for me,
Knowing my heartache, no one else discusses.

The world may never know my boundless devotion,
A concealed love, thriving on silent emotion.
Though destined to wander paths separate and alone,
I strive to ignite a smile, as my love has shown.

For in this cosmic dance of love's despair,
I found solace, knowing that we truly care.
In every selfless act, a piece of my soul,
Hoping against hope, love may someday unfold.

So, dear love, we dance this delicate art,
Shrouded in the shadows, etched deep in our heart.
Though you remain oblivious to our sacred chore,
I persist, for your happiness, forevermore.

And though I may perish in solitude's embrace,
My love immortalized, transcending time and space.
For when you smile, a beacon in the night,
I find solace,
Even in love's darkest fight.

So, I tread this path, with hearts worn and worn,
Knowing our fate, and the pain that is sworn.
In the abyss of unrequited devotion, I roam,
For love's true beauty lies in gifting smiles,
Alone.



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