𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 - II

 

17. Loneliness

 

Though crowds surround me, still I walk apart,

For thou alone dost fill my every sight;

Thy perfume lingers softly round my heart,

A gentle ghost that turns my dark to light.

In every street thy shadow seems to stay,

In whispered winds I hear thy loving name;

The world moves on, yet I remain astray,

For life without thy presence feels the same.

 

O sweetest love, my soul’s most cherished grace,

Let mercy bloom within thy tender eyes;

Return, and let my heart once more find place

Within the heaven where thy kindness lies.

 

18. All Alone

 

I walk alone where countless faces stream,

A crowded city hollow to my sight;

Her breath still haunts the air like tender dream,

Her absent form makes day resemble night.

Each street is void though filled with passing feet,

For she, my love, is nowhere to be found;

The warmth of homes turns cold in her retreat,

My heart knows grief no comfort can confound.

 

O precious jewel, hear my broken plea,

Look down with mercy on this fallen soul;

Forgive the sins that stand ‘twixt you and me,

Restore the love that once my life made whole.

 

 19. 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞

 

Beautiful creatures, fragile, yet so strong,

While strength oft strips the grace that beauty wears;

Thy form and mind in one do not belong,

Yet both in thee outshine all worldly cares.

 

I seek to know thee — gentle, proud, and bright,

A crimson tide that floods my heart’s domain;

Thy thought invades my soul by day and night,

And every crack therein becomes my pain.

 

A bond unseen now links my heart to thine,

Though distance chills, its pulse still beats in me;

When silence falls, my words refuse to shine,

My tongue unfit to frame love’s mystery.

 

So here I write in foreign speech anew,

For every word I pen returns to you.

 

 20. She was a Delight

 

She came to me, a dream so bright,

A spirit made of grace and light;

Her eyes like stars that softly gleam,

Her beauty fleeting as a dream.

 

But soon I found, through days and years,

A heart that loves, that hopes, that fears;

With gentle hands and steady mind,

So pure, so patient, good, and kind.

 

Now heaven and earth in her unite,

In work by day, in peace by night;

My joy, my comfort, and my guide —

My earthly love, my angel bride.

 

 21. Crossroad! (An Elizabethan Poem)

 

Where stand I now? I know not where nor why,

My hands are soil’d with deeds long past and done;

Yet faith revives what sin had sworn to die,

And bids me soar as eagles toward the sun.

 

My strength, my fortress, and my guiding shield,

A maiden pure, of beauty uncompar’d,

Whose tender heart no mortal strife could yield,

Hath left me lone, by cruel fortune marr’d.

 

Between us lies a sickness dark and wild,

That shook her bones and crush’d her gentle frame;

Hence rose dissent where once our spirits smil’d,

And love, struck sore, now burns with feeble flame.

 

A rift betwixt two souls by sorrow torn,

Hath made our sweetest bond a bed of pain;

Yet still my heart, though wounded, bleeds forlorn,

And clings to love through tears that fall like rain.

 

O sage of time, instruct my trembling soul,

How may I slay this unseen, cruel foe?

How save my maid from death’s devouring hole,

Whose fever’d breath hath laid her beauty low?

 

My love is boundless as the moaning sea,

As rich as heaven’s starry-silver grace;

As deep as ocean’s dark profundity,

Yet frail as thread in destiny’s embrace.

 

None taught me how this battle must be fought,

Nor arm’d me ’gainst such grief and dire despair;

Love’s foe prevails, my tears are all for naught,

And drowns me in a flood beyond repair.

 

O stay, sweet love, desert me not in woe,

For every breath doth cry, “I need thee so.”

Words fail to paint the sorrow I endure,

My soul is lost, unless thy heart be sure.

 

 22. Dilema

 

I stand upon a crossroad dim and wide,

Uncertain where my weary heart should go;

My hands are stained by all I’ve done, yet tried

By faith to bloom where hope once ceased to grow.

 

She is my strength, my fortress and my song,

A maiden fair, of soul both pure and kind;

Her beauty stills the world when hearts go wrong,

Yet fate hath play’d its cruel trick unkind.

 

Between our hearts a sickness cold and deep,

Hath shatter’d dreams and torn our joys apart;

Our love, once wakeful, now doth softly weep,

Still bound by thread within my breaking heart.

 

O tell me, Love, how shall I fight this pain?

How drive the shadow haunting her sweet breath?

If tears could heal, I’d flood the earth with rain,

And wrest my princess from the arms of death.

 

My love’s as boundless as the moonlit sea,

As rich as starlight on the silver dew;

Yet fragile as the thread of destiny,

And trembles still, for all it feels is true.

 

No hand hath taught me how such wars are won,

Nor heart hath shown how grief may be undone;

Yet in her name, through sorrow, loss, and fear,

I’ll love her still — while breath and soul are near.

 

 23. To My Beloved Saparan

 

When weary night would steal my hope away,

Thy light doth shine, a star that will not fade;

Though pain and sorrow cloud the passing day,

Thy soul stands firm, though fragile flesh be swayed.

 

The heavens bend to see thy patient grace,

A strength more rare than jewels mortals keep;

For love itself is written on thy face,

And angels guard thee even while you sleep.

 

No time, nor fate, nor death’s relentless hand,

Can bind the vow my faithful heart has made;

Thy name shall live where endless roses stand,

And never shall its beauty fall to shade.

 

So take this verse, though humble be the art,

It is thine own, as constant as my heart.

 

24. Sin

 

Is it not that sin begets suffering?

And pain does not leave its trace behind,

Does not sin consume life utterly?

It never ends merely as a foolish jest.

 

Time alone swiftly passes,

Day after day it haunts me,

The anguish of suffering brings no solace,

Only the restless heart bears the weight.

 

They think the grave is a place of rest,

Yet peace they never truly find,

In false comfort of deceiving words,

They cannot dwell in healing ease.

 

When in the midnight darkness I behold,

My tears flow down unending,

Like fields spread with sorrow’s weeds,

Desires are clothed in endless grief.

 

My friends, in this darkened night,

Those who stray have none to guide them,

Amidst thorns, with feeble hands they toil,

Slavery and fear their ruler has made.

 

They are like streams that tumble to ruin,

Their flow rushing ever downward,

Their path is full of endless fall,

No hope of true salvation rests in them.

 

Thus I will not leave my lips silent,

With steadfast thought I will proclaim,

Like waters overflowing their banks,

I must declare with earnest heart.

 

O Zoram, at the hands of the wicked,

Sin’s offspring has grown full,

Instead of cleansing their corruption,

They yield to their shame and curse!

 

Young women, untarnished, without defense,

Drawn by fleeting beauty of life,

Like timber rotting in the forest,

Good men depart, leaving ruins behind.

 

The fruit of their pride ripens fast,

Their wealth they think is priesthood bought,

Drunk with greed, ensnared in desire,

In the darkness they trade their pain.

 

Among the works of creation’s hand,

Few are those who inherit blessing,

Yet they do not count themselves as lost,

They march blindly on the crooked way.

 

Tell me, is their arrogance not evil?

Whose counsel do they follow so blindly?

Their blinded heart does not awaken,

Their sins they cannot forget.

 

 25. 𝐈𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

 

Through storm and shadow, I will stay,

A steadfast soul who won’t betray.

Your pain is mine, your joy my flame,

In every world, I love the same.

 

When darkness whispers doubt and fear,

I'll be the voice you’ll always hear.

A hand to hold, a heart to share,

In silence, struggle, or whispered prayer.

 

Your dreams, I'll guard with all my might,

Your fire, I’ll fan into the light.

Each step you take, I’ll walk beside,

No fall too far, no wave too wide.

 

Not just in words, but through each fight,

Through sleepless hours and endless night.

My vow is etched beyond mere time—

In every verse, in every rhyme.

 

You are my world, my breath, my grace,

My truest friend, my safest place.

So here I stand, soul intertwined,

Forever yours, through space and time.

 

26. 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 !

 

I stand in the storm, lost in the night,

Torn between sorrow and endless fight.

A heart weighed down by shattered dreams,

Yet silent, I drown in unheard screams.

 

The world rebukes, the past remains,

Echoes of failure wrapped in chains.

I reach for warmth, for hands to hold,

Yet find the touch of echoes cold.

 

A river of tears I’ve wept alone,

Calling to skies where stars have shone.

But when I turned to you in need,

Your words became another bleed.

 

In anger’s tide, I lost my way,

And let my sorrow lash and fray.

But now, with humbled, open hands,

I ask forgiveness—where love stands.

 

I never meant to bring you pain,

Nor let my anger leave a stain.

I'm just a soul lost in the tide,

Yet longing to stay by your side.

 

27. 𝐀 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

 

That harp’s soft glimmer, sweet and light,

So soothes my soul in troubled night;

Like David’s hand on trembling string,

That calmed a king with melodies’ wing.

 

A voice like sorrow’s flowing stream,

Yet woven deep in lyric’s gleam;

It strikes a fire in hearts of men,

And draws forth tears from maids again.

 

But lost now in the misty shroud,

Like moonlight veiled by heavy cloud;

O where, my muse, dost thou now stray,

To leave my heart in dark dismay?

 

28. 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝

 

Long years have passed since winter’s chill,

And fate, unkind, hath led me here—

To see thee once again, yet still,

Not mine to hold, nor call thee dear.

 

A picture framed in tender light,

With child in arms—not born of me;

Thy laughter rings, thy cheeks shine bright,

A glow of love I may not see.

 

Yet in thy presence, trembling, weak,

My sinful soul in silence wakes;

My pulse grows faint, my lips won’t speak,

A heart that loves yet breaks and shakes.

 

Thine eyes still shimmer, pure and free,

A beauty tongue dare not express;

With trembling hand, I part from thee,

And bid farewell to love’s caress.

 

So shake we hands—let vows be done,

Adieu, farewell, earth’s fleeting bliss;

For love was but a lustful sun,

And thou art pure—I shrink from this.

 

29. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥

 

If ever dawn should bring a day,

When love in thee should fade away;

When hearts betray what hearts once swore,

Then let that day arise no more.

 

Let darkness seize upon its light,

Let it not share the sun’s embrace;

Let months forget it, banished far,

A lonely day in silent space.

 

Let no sweet song within it ring,

But only wails of sorrowed cries;

Let those who curse the waking morn

Sing dirges to its lost sunrise.

 

Let moonlight hide, let dawn be still,

Yet let my weary heart find rest;

For thou art wise, thy soul is pure,

A love unshaken, ever blessed.

 

By heaven’s tears thy heart is cleansed,

No sin nor shadow lingers there;

No wrong within thee finds its home,

No stain of sorrow, pain, or care.

 

O fairest one, if thou but knew,

The truth of thee, so bright, so true!

Thou judge me not by fleeting sight,

But see my heart, my love, my light—

A love to last forevermore,

Beyond all time—beyond the shore.

 

30. 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 !

 

Life is but fleeting, clouded deep in doubt,

We march ahead, yet futures stay unsure;

A hopeful battle, fought in endless bouts,

Where love and fear in thee doth wage their war.

 

Ashamed, I think of thee on spring’s clear night,

Alone, I dream of thee in winter’s chill;

Thou dost evade me when thou leave my sight,

Yet yield so softly when I hold thee still.

 

Love is a field where fear and longing play,

A game where fate is struck in one swift move;

The victor rises, skillful in the fray,

While doubt thrives deep within my shameful love.

 

Thou neither grant nor spurn my heart’s desire,

A game well played, yet heavy is my chest;

It bleeds through rhymes that burn like dying fire,

Yet steals sweet hours where love had shone its best.

 

And still, though lost, my heart beats on in thee,

This love I bear still makes tenfold of me!

 

 31. 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.

 

 32. 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.

 

33. 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.

 

34. 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.

 

35. If Only Love Could Heal

 

 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.

 

 36. 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.

 

 37. 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.

 

 38. 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

  

39. 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.

 

 40. 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.

 

 41. 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.

 

 42. 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.

 

43. 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.

 

44. 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.”