If fate told me to write my own decree,
I'd write your name with joy upon the page,
In every stroke, a love both wild and free,
Yet break the pen and let the heart engage.
For what is fate but whispers in the night,
A dance of stars that guide us, hand in hand,
To choose your name, my only true delight,
And set it bold as grains upon the sand.
No ink could hold the depth of what we share,
No words could weave the magic in our sights,
So let my heart, unbounded, fill the air,
In every moment, you are purest light.
In fate bestowed this task, so sweet, so clear,
I'd choose your name, forever near.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
