His tender words, a fleeting grace,
Awaken dreams in this fragile space.
Yet “friend” he calls me, a line so thin,
I shield my heart, where hope begins.
His warmth unfolds, a quiet lure,
A promise hinted, yet unsure.
I ache for clarity, a sign to see,
But brace for silence, protecting me.
I see her glow, a star so bright,
A gentle dawn in my endless night.
War’s scars restrain the truth I feel,
A love too vast, I can not reveal.
Her voice, a balm to my fractured soul,
Stirs a longing I can not control.
But fear of loss, a shadowed chain,
Keeps my confession locked in pain.
His gaze holds depths I long to know,
A silent wish in his eyes aglow.
Yet silence falls, a heavy weight,
Leaving my heart to mourn its fate
His fleeting touch, a whispered dream,
Fades to quiet, a muted stream.
I hold my love, a guarded flame,
Fearing the end of this tender game
I’ll linger here, though doubts may rise,
For a love reflected in his eyes.
My hope, a spark, will softly burn,
For a day, his truth might gently turn.
The Silent Yearning of Our Hearts - Her Perspective, Lia Devrim
Apr 26, 2025 21:55
