I don't think I can ever write a poetry that would say this right. I don't think a song can sing everything I feel for him. A story is yet to be written with such a happy ending—a fairy tale, enchanted, with my fated prince charming.
I can only count on the stars that shine to glimmer and whisper that he is only mine. Only the ocean could define the depth of my love, its endless blue as eternal and grand. This is my letter, a letter of love—unwritten and unspoken, but can be felt within.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
