My love, my heart

My love, my heart

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In the quiet whispers of the night, Underneath the silver moon's gentle light, I pen down words, oh so bright, For the man who is my heart's delight. Oh, how I long for his tender touch, His voice that soothes my soul so much, His laughter, a melody, such, That my heart yearns for it, as such. His eyes, they hold the universe's glow, In his presence, love seems to flow, Yet, he's far, and time seems slow, Oh, how I miss him, he'll never know. Through the days and the sleepless nights, In my dreams, we take flight, In lands where love is our right, In those dreams, we reunite. So, I wait, with hope in my heart, For the day, the distance apart, Will no longer keep us apart, In love's symphony, we'll play our part. This poem, a message, from me to you, A testament of a love so true, Through words, our bond I renew, Until the day I can be with you.
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A dark night, the stars shine bright, A thunder came with a bright light, The rainy night, the sound of the rain, Gave him a great amount of pain. It was the night like the night long time ago, When he had love and never felt low, He had held him by his side not letting her go, But all go away one or the other day, no? He feared the rain, he feared the thunder, He still felt her or is it a blunder? Does the dead come back and wonder? Or is this also just another blunder? Hallucinations, Reality, Mixed Feelings and Emotions, Love, he thought, is a great potion, He laid to sleep without emotion, Else, he knew, he could cry an ocean. Her touch, her whisper, her nearness, and devotion, Only she, he knew, gave him such emotions, He felt her hands touch him in slow motion, He too touched her in the same motion. She was for real, he opened his eyes, Not blinking for once and face hardest byes, He wished the past things to be lies, Looking at her, he only cries. Those eyes, that smile, the sight in front of him, In his eyes, of happiness, he could feel tears brim, He held her from her waist so slim, His face, she caressed it by her limb. He felt her lips touch her skin, Her voice as if music of violin, Blinking his eyes became a sin, She disappeared in the air so thin.

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