Once, I wove my heart into a dream,
Of hands entwined by a flowing stream,
Of whispered vows beneath moonlit skies,
But the fire dimmed, and the echo died.
The world taught me love as a fragile thread,
Tangled, frayed, and easily shed.
I gave my all to a fleeting face,
And found myself in a hollow space.
No more, I swore, shall I seek in vain,
A love that mirrors my deepest pain.
No arms to hold, no lips to deceive,
I turned within, with no need to grieve.
In quiet resolve, I sought the key,
To forge my legacy scientifically.
For though the world may scoff and stare,
I chose creation through intellect's care.
A lab became my sacred shrine,
Where dreams took form through a coded design.
No fleeting romance, no reckless plea,
Just the purity of what love could be.
Through the hum of machines, I heard a cry,
A child born beneath no lover's lie.
His eyes held a light of infinite grace,
A reflection of mine, no trace out of place.
No man's betrayal could claim his name,
No lover's retreat could dull his flame.
He was mine, wholly and purely so,
A testament to where love can go.
Now, I wake to his gentle song,
Proof that my path, though lonely, was strong.
For I found love not in borrowed space,
But in the life that grew at my own pace.
And though the world may not understand,I hold him close with a steady hand.For love, I see, is not just shared—It's born within, unbroken, prepared.
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❝𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬❞
PoetryIn this book, you will find gothic and chilling poems, letters and stories that will make the hair on your arms stand up with so much fascination and horror. Everything written in this book is my own. And it is my first book of poems and among other...
