The collection
Forgive me for loving you so fiercely, for binding myself to the image of you that once danced in my dreams. But know this: you can wager on the stars, bet on the turning of the heavens – this heart will not open its door again. No, not for you.
I feel its rage resonate with mine, a shared tempest beneath my skin, where the calm was never meant to stay.
It’s not the grand gestures I seek, but the simple closeness, the brush of lips that says more than words, a stolen moment that belongs only to us.
I rise, not just to the day, but to the thought of you, carried in the morning breeze, in the song of the birds, in the fresh promise of the hours yet to unfold.
Shall I call myself a fool, for letting my heart lead where reason would not go, for wandering in a dream of you, where every step takes me deeper, into the gentle madness of love?
To exist is to be part of this grand design, to feel the heartbeat of the universe, to marvel at the wonders that surround us, to cherish each moment in this cosmic dance.
Loss settled in my bones, a weight I carried with each breath, each step a reminder of the spaces you no longer filled, each day a struggle to find meaning in the void.
In the vast night, Constellations try to mirror The depths of your eyes But fall short, An echo in the void, Unable to capture your grace
For in the fields where wildflowers bloom, And in the forests deep and green, You’ll find your way through sun and shade, In moments quiet and serene.
In the gaze of your eyes, I see ancient memories, Whispers of forgotten days, Laughter carried by the wind.