𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 - 𝐈𝐈

 

1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫

She’s not a storm that begs for taming,
Nor fire wild, nor heart inflamed—
She’s a quiet song the soul remembers,
A softer love the world misnamed.
She walks where stillness holds the air,
Where morning dew and silence meet.
She finds her joy in candle’s flicker,
In handwritten notes and steady feet.
She longs for doors held not by habit,
But hands that know what caring means,
For “darlin’” said in quiet moments,
And love that lingers in the seams.
She dreams of warmth in smallest gestures—
A coat held out, a car warmed slow.
A towel soft, a bath drawn waiting,
Where simple care is love on show.
She doesn't ask for stars to fall,
Or diamond rings to crown her hand;
She asks for hearts that show up daily,
For love that takes the time to stand.
She wants a home built not of walls,
But laughter shared and dinners tried.
Of backyard skies and blanket evenings,
With fingers locked and hopes implied.
She’s weathered storms, been left in silence,
Watched promises dissolve like mist.
Yet still she holds a hope unshaken—
That love, once true, still can exist.
So if you meet a soul so tender,
Don’t rush or try to cage her flame.
Just match her step, and love with meaning,
And whisper softly her sweet name.
For she’s not asking for perfection,
Not castles high or winds that bend—
Just effort, grace, and old-time loving,
The kind that stays until the end.

2. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 (𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭)

Thou art my love from some far distant land,
A dream so rare it scarcely touches life;
Yet still, with all my soul, Ti Amo stand—
My vow remains through joy, through storm and strife.
Thou art the fragrance of the orchid bloom,
The scent of cactus flowers in the air,
The incense rising in a twilight gloom,
A forest wet with rain and rich with care.
At dusk I dream, and thoughts of thee return,
Through haze of masks and memories long past;
A memento where forbidden passions burn,
A love too deep, too sacred, still to last.
Yet in thy smile, in song, I see the bliss—
The truest joy sealed in a single kiss.

3. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭

He gave his all, with heart both pure and wide,
Each breath he spent, he offered in her name.
No selfish wish did in his soul abide,
But quiet deeds that bore love’s sacred flame.
Yet comes a day when questions pierce the core—
"Did you love true? Did effort lie in vain?"
And though he weeps behind a bolted door,
He yields, not out of hate, but out of pain.
For love, when weighed and doubted, starts to die;
Not from neglect, but from a scornful gaze.
What once soared freely now must learn to lie,
Chained not by choice, but by love’s final phase.
So let him go—not loveless, but unseen,
His heart still full, though broken in between.

4. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

He gave his soul where love had made its claim,
With every beat, his heart knelt at her feet.
But questions came, like winds that scorch a flame,
And turned his warmth to sorrow and retreat.
Not once he faltered in his quiet vow,
His acts were pure, his hands were free of pride.
Yet when she asked, “What have you done till now?”
He let love go, though tears he could not hide.
Not out of spite, nor lack of love’s desire,
But for his love no longer found its place.
Unseen, unpraised, unworthy to inspire,
He walked away with silent, aching grace.
So judge him not, who leaves with heart still true—
A man unloved must bid his love adieu.

5. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝

She's like a wild horse, fierce and free,
Storm in her heart, no reigns from me.
She kicks, she runs, she breaks my peace,
Yet in her chaos, I find release.
She drives me mad, she makes me burn,
Each loving step, a twist, a turn.
Again she strikes, again I fall—
Love has no mercy, no rules at all.
True love, they say, should bring you light,
But mine is forged in storm and night.
It hurts, it heals, it drives me wild,
Yet in her gaze—I’m still beguiled.
I’d rather bleed than let her go,
Though madness follows where winds blow.
For in her fire, I feel alive—
Love’s cruel storm, where hearts survive.

6. 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐨!

The one I love lies chained in pain,
Affliction wraps her like a chain.
Without a spark of healing light,
Will she be lost into the night?
O heavenly host, look at her face,
Your precious child, once crowned with grace.
You spoke her worth with radiant pride,
Do you not walk now by her side?
Like shadows clinging close to grief,
Do you not guard her soul’s belief?
Her face, once bright, now veiled by strife—
I cannot bear this fragile life.
Her lover's tears, like rivers, flow,
For pain has struck her beauty low.
I cannot watch; I break apart—
My love is hurting—breaks my heart!
O Lord of mercy, strong yet kind,
Who tends the weak, the lost, the blind—
If ever love has touched Your throne,
Please let her not be left alone.
On Earth, true love is rare and deep—
It lifts the faint, it wakes the weak.
Let love reach out, let mercy be—
And bring her safely back to me.

7. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞

What storms I've weathered, what roads I've tread,
With bleeding feet and dreams half-dead,
The rain, the sun, the bitter cold—
I stood my ground, I did not fold.
Each trial carved me, made me whole,
Each loss a scar upon my soul.
But still I rose, still I could cope,
Fueled by love and stubborn hope.
Yet now you lie in silent sleep,
A depth too vast, a pain too deep.
Your breath is soft, your eyes are closed,
And time has never moved so slow.
Without your voice, the world is dim,
Each second drips on sorrow’s brim.
My heart, once fire, now just ash,
My days dissolve, my nights collapse.
I’ve battled fate, I’ve wrestled fear,
But nothing prepared me for this tear.
This aching hole, this silent room—
Your absence weaves a heavy gloom.
So hear me now, through dreams or skies,
Wherever your sweet spirit lies—
Come back to me, defy the night,
Be my dawn, my guiding light.
I miss you more than words can say,
I need you more with every day.
And if you're lost, just follow me—
I'll fight the dark until you're free.

8. 𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥

(O My Saparan, My One and Only Love)

She lies in stillness, pale and worn,
Five months the battle she has borne.
Unconscious now, yet brave within,
A silent war she fights again.
My love, my life, my sleeping grace,
The sorrow carved upon her face—
I’d trade my breath, my every part,
To ease the ache that breaks her heart.
If only love had power to mend,
To bring this nightmare to an end.
She’d rise again, like morning light
That chases back the longest night.
I call her name—no voice replies,
Only the hum of machines and sighs.
I speak, I shout, but she can’t hear,
Still I stay close, forever near.
O Lord above, hear my soul’s cry,
Don’t let her fade, don’t let her die.
If justice lives in heaven’s will,
Then take my strength, my life, my fill.
Let me bear the cruel disease,
Let her know the gift of peace.
She deserves the joy, the dawn,
Not this cruel and aching yawn.
From her eyes, the teardrops flow,
Her lips can only whisper woe.
Her body, perfect, wracked with pain,
Her spirit caught in heavy chains.
Why her, O Lord? Why must she fall?
Why let this sorrow touch us all?
If my love could mend her soul,
She’d rise again, alive and whole.
So hear me now, my final plea—
If fate must choose, then choose me.
But let her wake and let her see
The world she paints so tenderly.
And if love truly holds a cure,
Then let my love be strong and pure.
And by its grace, and by its light,
Let her awaken from this night.

9. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭 - 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Let none condemn me when I speak her name,
An angel clad in mortal form is she.
Say not I boast, nor call my praise a shame—
Her worth exceeds what eyes on earth can see.
I've walked through life and met both young and old,
The rich in charm, the fair of every kind.
Yet none possessed a heart so pure, so bold,
So vast in soul, so noble in her mind.
She’s gentler than the dove in twilight skies,
And redder than the burning ember's glow.
More wise than sages, with discerning eyes,
More strong in love than heroes long ago.
Her beauty lives where truth and wonder meet—
To know her grace, one must her gaze complete.

10. 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞

Let no man scoff, nor voice disdain,
When I proclaim with love unfeigned:
An angel walks this earthly place—
To know her worth, see face to face.
Say not I boast, nor praise too high,
When truth alone lifts up my cry.
For through life's path I've wandered far,
Met dames of grace, both near and far—
The young, the old, the rich, the fair,
With wit and charm beyond compare.
Yet none could match her soul so wide,
So gentle, fierce, and dignified.
She’s fair and square, with heart aglow,
A richer life than wealth can show.
More tender than the morning dove,
More burning bright than coals of love.
She shames the goddess Venus’ grace,
Outshines the stars in heaven's face.
More wise than sages ever dreamed,
More virtuous than Hercules deemed.
Her will stands firm, her spirit high,
Like northern stars that guide the sky.
No beauty known in lore or art
Can match the fire she holds in heart.
Her eyes—like dawn—break through the gloom,
Her face could make the roses bloom.
Her form, her voice, her every part,
Are sculpted deep into my heart.
So let no tongue my words undo—
To see her, friend, you must see too.
No portrait drawn nor tale retold
Could match the vision I behold.

11. 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞

A man seeks more than beauty in her face,
He yearns for wisdom deep, a soul that's true.
She walks with grace, adorned in holy grace,
If not, how could I bow in love and view
Her heart as shrine, and every breath renew?
She must be pure, yet kind with gentle fire—
Such is the woman whom my dreams desire.
She must be fair, or how could I adore,
The morning light within her tender eyes?
If cold or cruel, I’d fear to ask for more,
But gentleness invites where passion lies.
And in respect, my reverence shall rise,
For if she stands a noble soul and wise,
In her, my worship and my comfort ties.
Compassion crowns her brow like golden flame,
Her wisdom speaks in silence, calm and still.
Not just a muse, she lives beyond a name,
With strength to love and even more to heal.
No other heart could hold such pure goodwill.
In her, all virtues live and softly blend—
And so, I love her true, unto the end.

12. 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧 (𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧)

I saw the light within thy gentle eyes,
More bright than all the stars that grace the skies.
Thy laugh, a song the angels long to hear,
It lifts my soul and draws my spirit near.
Affection flows from every word you say,
A warmth that melts the coldest doubts away.
Thy form, divine, a masterpiece so rare,
No sculptor’s hand could craft a shape so fair.
But what made all my world stand still and true,
Was when you said, “My first love, it is you.”
No throne or crown could tempt my heart to stray—
For I have found my joy in you each day.
Let kingdoms fall, let riches turn to dust,
I’d choose your love, for love like yours is just.
My dearest Saparan, you are my light,
My dream, my life, my star that burns so bright.

13. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭: 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

How came an angel, robed in light and grace,
To see in me what I could never see?
A heart unworthy, in so lowly place,
Yet blessed by love as deep as any sea.
Thy gaze, a balm that heals my doubting soul,
Thy voice, a hymn that stirs the stars above.
In thee, my world is made complete and whole—
A fairy queen, yet filled with mortal love.
Were I to choose 'twixt treasures vast and thee,
I'd cast aside all gold and jeweled throne.
For richer far am I, with love so free,
Than kings who rule, but cold and all alone.
So let them marvel, let the world not see—
How heaven stooped, and gave its heart to me.

14. 𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲

He lived behind invisible bars,
Chasing meaning among the stars—
In pages turned, in cheers and race,
In fleeting glimpses of a place
Where purpose bloomed, and hearts stood tall—
But each pursuit would always fall.
The world applauded; he wore the mask,
Excelled in every given task.
Yet in his chest, a hollow drum
Beat softly to a song unsung.
He aged with wisdom, pride, and ache—
A soul adrift, a heart opaque.
Then came her—a tender light,
Soft as dawn, yet burning bright.
She spoke, and suddenly he knew
What all his years had failed to do.
She was the warmth he never felt,
The place where all his armor melted.
But rusted hands can’t hold a rose—
He fumbled love he should’ve chose.
Too long alone, he lost the art
Of how to tend a blooming heart.
He stumbled, failed, and couldn’t see
That love requires humility.
Now silence sleeps where laughter lay,
She’s gone—his light, his guiding day.
He sits with ghosts and memories,
A sailor mourning vanished seas.
His flame burns low, the night grows near,
He whispers truths she’ll never hear.
“If only,” carves his final breath—
A love too late, a life in debt.

15. 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬

Her face is like a woman’s perfect grace,
By Nature’s hand designed to be so fair;
With delicate lines and soft features traced,
Yet born to wear a woman’s proud form and stare.
    
In her bright eyes, true virtue shines so clear,
Reflecting joy more bright than women’s gaze;
Her beauty shames the loveliest of them all,
And stirs desire with every glance she lays.
No age nor season can her looks erode,
No earthly hand can mar her polished mold;
Others may fade though charm they once bestowed,
She blooms afresh each day like spring made bold.
Her soul and nature, both so rich and rare,
Shift not like fleeting moods or shallow hearts;
None can possess her fully, none can dare—
She is not dulled by common lover's arts.
With purity and deep majestic grace,
Her spirit shines through every thoughtful glance;
As if she were the finest form God shaped,
A sight too pure for fortune or by chance.
To women, a rival; to men, a dream—
Yet none may wholly claim or hold her fast;
Though I love her, her strength is not for me,
Still Nature builds her beauty to outlast.
No other love could ever match this fire,
Whom God adorned with love’s eternal breath

16. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

He wandered through the silver night,
A dreamer chasing flame,
With stars to guide his silent flight,
Yet none would call his name.
He met the maidens, young and fair,
Their laughter soft as rain,
But when he touched their golden hair,
He only felt the strain.
Their eyes were bright, their words were sweet,
Their songs would fill the air,
But always when his soul would meet,
He found no solace there.
From town to town, from shore to shore,
He searched both high and low,
But though he knocked on every door,
Love would not bid him go.
Each maiden left a gentle trace,
A lesson, or a tune,
He learned of hope, he learned of grace,
Beneath the bitter moon.
And slowly, hope began to fade,
His longing grew less wild,
He wore the peace that time had made—
The calm of sorrow’s child.
Then through the dusk, she came one day,
Not wrapped in silken light,
No tale or prophecy gave way,
Just truth, both fierce and right.
She was no girl of painted gleam,
No song the bards would weave,
But in her eyes, he saw a dream
He never wished to leave.
They met, they touched, and something stirred,
A silence broke inside.
No hollow echo, no lost word—
At last, the tide had died.
But love, alas, is not always kind,
Nor meant for all to keep,
She vanished, left no trace behind,
And left him there to weep.
He does not roam, he does not cry,
He sings no more of fate.
He kissed the stars and touched the sky—
And learned it came too late.
Now by the fire, he speaks no vow,
No tale he’ll ever tell.
He searched, he loved, he lost—and now,
He knows that all is well.

17. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

He wandered far in nights of gold,
In dreams of love, in stories told,
Where moonlight danced on hopeful eyes—
He chased a flame across the skies.
Through years and hearts, he sought in vain,
Each touch a balm, each kiss a strain.
Bright maidens laughed, their spirits free,
Yet none could calm his restless sea.
For every smile, he found a crack,
A hollow place that smiled back.
He learned their songs, their joys, their fears,
And filled his soul with borrowed years.
Till hope grew faint, and dreams grew still,
No longer bent to fate or will.
He wore his scars like quiet art,
And tucked away his seeking heart.
But then—no herald, no fanfare—
She came with light and heavy care.
No maiden wrapped in fairy lore,
But more than all he’d dreamed before.
With her, the silence softly broke,
The void inside no longer spoke.
He touched her hand and knew the truth:
His soul had found its long-lost youth.
Yet love, so rare, can vanish fast,
A comet’s flare not meant to last.
She slipped away—no fault, no war—
And left him full, but aching more.
He weeps no more, nor dares to yearn,
He’s kissed the sun, and felt it burn.
His vow is carved in midnight's shore:
He'll seek no more. He'll love no more.

18. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

(Miltonic Sonnet
ABBAABBA CDECDE)

Where are you now, whose voice once calmed my storm,
Whose presence turned the darkest hours to light?
With you, the cruelest day would feel so right,
And pain, in shared embrace, would lose its form.
We spoke of all—our wounds, our hearts still warm
With hope, despite the endless, mounting night.
But now you're gone, and all I've known takes flight,
This hollow life no longer holds its norm.
My soul, my breath, my blood all ache for you—
You came like dew, like smoke, like lightning's gleam,
Then vanished, leaving echoes in your place.
I search the stars, the dawn, the evening blue,
To find some trace of you within the dream,
But only sorrow fills your sacred space.

19. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐨𝐰 ?

(Spenserian Sonnet)

Where are you now, whose voice once lit my skies?
Not one day passes without whispered plea.
With you, the hours soared like swallows’ cries,
Then vanished deep within eternity.
We bared our wounds, our truths no mask could hide,
In pain and love, we carved our sacred space.
But now I walk alone where dreams have died,
Each step a void, each breath your ghost’s embrace.
My soul, my veins, my heart, all cry for you,
Your absence breaks the stars and dims my flame.
You came like dawn, then vanished like the dew,
A fleeting spark no time could ever tame.

20. 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 

(Ottava Rima)

Where are you now, when silence haunts the air?
Not one day passes without thoughts of you.
With you, time vanished, light as whispered prayer, 
And every hour in love and sorrow flew.
We shared our truths, our wounds too raw to bear,
In every tear, our bond was forged anew.
But now you're gone, and all that's left is pain—
An empty heart that calls your name in vain.

21. 𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥

(Romanticism form of poetry)
You came like starlight breaking through the mist,
A fleeting gleam where shadows learned to weep.
Your hand in mine—a moment heaven kissed,
Then vanished like a dream I could not keep.
We spoke in sighs where silent hearts confide,
Beneath the willow’s hush, by moonlight's grace.
Each tear we shed became the ocean’s tide,
Each smile—a rose that time could not erase.
But now I walk where once your laughter lay,
The world grown hollow in your soft farewell.
No dawn can chase the mournful night away,
Nor winds erase the love I’ll always spell.
Yet still I wait where broken angels dwell,
To touch your soul beyond this mortal shell.

22. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

(Terza Rima Form)

Where are you now, my soul's eternal flame?
Not one day passes without calling you,
And still the silence answers with your name.
With you, the fleeting hours swiftly flew—
We shared our scars, the pain, the deep despair,
In every wound, our bond was born anew.
You held my heart with such devoted care,
Yet now you've gone, and left this hollow shell.
The void you left is more than I can bear.
My soul, my veins, my spirit cannot quell,
The aching pull of where your shadow lies—
A quiet grief no spoken words can tell.
You came like dew beneath the morning skies, 
Like smoke that fades, like lightning’s sudden gleam—
A fleeting wonder lost before goodbyes.
I miss you so—my world has lost its dream,
And every breath I take now breaks the seam.

23. 𝐈𝐟 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫

If ever you, even once,
Could possess the sentiment to feel—
Not just mimic warmth,
Not just echo words—
But bleed a truth that's real.
I have waited in the shadows
Of your silence,
Where love goes unheard,
And I have whispered all my storms
Into your stillness—
Without a single word returned.
If ever your heart could tremble
For something more than pride,
Maybe then you’d understand
The ache I’ve learned to hide.
But hope is a quiet traitor—
It stays,
Even when you don’t.
And I keep wishing for a spark
In a soul that feels like stone.

24. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞

Why did I find you, only to break?
Why did fate give just to take?
You were the light that touched my sky—
Now I'm left to wonder why.
I'm a barren tree in endless sand,
No shade to give, no loving hand.
A ship adrift with no one near,
No compass now, just tide and fear.
You lie in silence, locked in pain,
While I reach out, again, again.
But the world gives back no sound,
Only grief that's tightly wound.
You warned me once, and still I stayed,
Now all I do is kneel and pray.
If I could take your hurt and bear
Every breath, I’d meet you there.
Don't leave me here with shattered time,
With half-spun dreams and aching rhyme.
I need your voice, your eyes, your fire—
Without your love, there's no desire.
So come back to me, don’t let go,
I need your warmth, your soul to know.
Not just a memory, not a dream—
But you, alive, in love’s great stream.
Please, my love, just stay, just be—
For I don’t know how to live...
without you next to me.

25. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

How many more days will you stay so still,
While my heart pounds loud against my will?
Once you were breath, a soft, warm light—
Now you're a shadow just out of sight.
You warned me gently, voice like rain,
That love like this might carry pain.
Four months gone, and still it grows—
Your silence is all my spirit knows.
You're lying where no words can reach,
Beyond the comfort of my speech.
I call your name into the night,
But echoes answer, dim with fright.
I miss the way you spoke my name,
Now the world just doesn’t sound the same.
I feel like a house stripped of flame—
Cold and hollow, none to blame.
How do I erase your eyes, your grace,
When every dream replays your face?
How can I walk and breathe and be,
When half my soul is lost at sea?
But love like yours—it doesn’t die.
It lingers, silent, in the sky.
So I’ll carry you, though I fall apart,
A quiet fire inside my heart.

26. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 

She told me once, with trembling grace,
“There’ll come a time I can’t keep pace—
My voice may fade, my light may dim,
But in the quiet, think of him.”
And now that time has come to pass,
She lies behind cold sheets of glass.
ICU walls, machines that hum,
And I am numb. And I am numb.
Four months of fight carved through her skin,
While I held on through thick and thin.
She warned me once, and now I see—
The silence isn't empty. It’s her and me.
She said: “When I can speak again,
I’ll flood your world like summer rain.”
But now her lips are still and tight,
And I’m just chasing ghosts at night.
I ache for her in every breath,
Afraid of time, afraid of death.
I don't know if she’s slipping through,
But every moment feels so blue.
I miss her laugh, her stubborn fire,
The way she'd burn with soft desire—
To live, to love, to talk to me,
As if our bond could set her free.
Now all I want is just to know—
One sign, one spark, before she goes.
But if she must go where I can't be,
Let her carry this piece of me:
My aching soul, my whispered prayers,
The vows we dreamed, the love we shared.
And if her silence takes the stage—
I’ll wait. I’ll wait beyond the cage.
Because love like this can’t end in pain.
She will come back. She’ll speak again.
In wind, in dreams, in skies that burn—
And tell me, “Wait. I will return.”