In the realm of uncertainty, I ponder,
When will this fervent adoration for you cease?
Perhaps it will fade in the coming months,
Or will it linger for years, refusing to find peace?
Time alone holds the answer,
Yet, time remains a silent teller,
Unable to convey the depth of my fondness,
A sentiment I, too, am unable to measure.
I am but a moth drawn to the radiant flame,
Engaging in a risky game,
Anticipating the inevitable burn,
Yet, in my foolishness, I patiently await my turn.
Foreseeing the impending danger,
I am aware of the inevitable pain,
But, dear one, you are not to blame,
For it was I who chose to remain.
I willingly plunged into the depths,
Allowing these feelings to amass,
To the point of no return,
Where thoughts of you constantly swirl.
In every moment, in every instance,
You invade my thoughts, with a relentless persistence.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoesiaThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
