To The Beautiful Stranger

To The Beautiful Stranger

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The Journey of a Winter Star: To The Beautiful Stranger poem series A poem series written for someone I like hoping that one day he will able to decode the meaning and the feelings behind this masterpiece. a vision of love. a beautiful stranger. a tale until another lifetime a chance to defy gravity. a prayer. a poem series written for a masterpiece. a song that will define who he loves. a heart waiting for its half. this is her story. started in a spring song. separated by time. joined by one lifetime. share with her this one of kind tale of love. and this is my journey. The journey of a winter star This poem series will be published under my other pen name M.Hempstead @yulehempstead Please don't forget to VOTE or leave a COMMENT. Thank you so much. :)
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"What does it mean to love someone who doesn't love you back? To wait, to hope, to wonder if love can change the way the stars align?" This is not just a story,it's a journey. A raw, intimate recollection of love that bloomed in silence, of moments that lingered too long in the spaces between friendship and something more. It's about patience, about the ache of wanting, and the quiet magic of the unexpected. But this isn't a tragedy. This is a love story. A story of persistence, of quiet longing turned into something real;of two souls finding their way to each other against all odds. Some love stories are loud, written in fireworks and grand gestures. This one was whispered..written in stolen glances, unsaid words, and the kind of love that waits. If you've ever loved, lost, or wondered what it means to hold on-this is for you.

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