He's the star, and I'm the sky,
He's the flame, and I'm the moth,
You, my tearsmith, weave emotions untold,
In each of us, a unique connection unfolds.
Who has the power to make us cry,
To tear right through us, or make us fly,
With just a glance, joy or sorrow they bestow,
My love for you, more than words can show.
This was the boy who witnessed my despair,
By the grave's entrance, where hope was rare,
His hand, in the cellar, found courage to hold,
A touch that spoke volumes, more than words ever told.
His heart, unspoken, yet called out my name,
Though our story not a fairy tale of fame,
Two childhood souls, forever intertwined,
Perhaps happiness for us, we'll find.
No longer alone, I found a family,
Guided by friendship's profound alchemy,
Others who discovered their true selves too,
Seen and understood, as we grew.
How challenging it is to be true,
To be accepted by someone, through and through,
In the end, I realized, the greatest tales,
Reside within our hearts, where love prevails.
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"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"
Poetrypoem of nonstop emotions that you are going to relate
