𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

1. Echoes of You (Ottava Rima)

Where are you now, when silence haunts the air? (A)
Not one day passes without thoughts of you. (B)
With you, time vanished, light as whispered prayer, (A)
And every hour in love and sorrow flew. (B)

We shared our truths, our wounds too raw to bear, (A)
In every tear, our bond was forged anew. (B)
But now you're gone, and all that's left is pain, (C)
An empty heart that calls your name in vain. (C)

2. 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.

3. Where Are You?

(Terza Rima Form)

Where are you now, my soul's eternal flame? (A)
Not one day passes without calling you, (B)
And still the silence answers with your name. (A)
With you, the fleeting hours swiftly flew.(B)

We shared our scars, the pain, the deep despair, (C)
In every wound, our bond was born anew. (B)
You held my heart with such devoted care, (C)
Yet now you've gone, and left this hollow shell. (D)
The void you left is more than I can bear. (C)
My soul, my veins, my spirit cannot quell (D)
The aching pull of where your shadow lies— (E)
A quiet grief no spoken words can tell. (D)
You came like dew beneath the morning skies, (E)
Like smoke that fades, like lightning’s sudden gleam— (F)
A fleeting wonder lost before goodbyes. (E)
I miss you so—my world has lost its dream, (F)
And every breath I take now breaks the seam. (F)

4. 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.

5. 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.

6. 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.

7. Terza Rima – Fever’s Flame

Alas! What fire could blaze so fierce and true,     
It scorched my soul with pain I cannot name, 
A fevered night that pierced my being through,        
You rose from mist, a breath of sacred flame,       
Grief shaped your form with sorrow’s silent art,
Affliction carved your beauty, not your shame.
With quiet strength, you bore the burning heart,
Your golden brow like Chawngmawii did shine,
Through haze of tears, a light no dark could part.
The moon bent low to kiss your face divine,
Your weary eyes still held the silver sky,
And from your night, arose a morning sign.

8. Alas!

(Heroic Couplet -AABBCCDDEE)

What burning fever blazed so fierce, it scorched my soul anew?
A night so wild with fevered flame—how deeply it pierced through!
From the trembling mist of a fevered breath, you rose like sacred fire,
Grief and affliction carved your form with sorrowful desire.

Yet none could wear such pain as you, with grace and quiet might,
Your beauty crowned in suffering, your soul a burning light.
Your golden brow, like Chawngmawii’s, shone through the haze of tears,
As if the moon had kissed your face and brushed away its fears.

Even your weary eyes reflect the heaven’s silver gleam,
And from your nightly torment, hope erupts like morning’s dream!

9 "The Night She Cries"

Heroic Quatrain with iambic pentameter

She wept in pain when no one saw,
Beneath the moon’s indifferent glow,
Each breath a war, each night a claw,
That tore her soul in silent woe.

For six long months, the bed her cage,
Yet still she smiled to soothe my heart.
I read her tales to still the rage
That grief and helplessness impart.

But when she sleeps, the demons wake,
And anguish floods her fragile frame.
Her cries—like knives—they make me break,
And curse the dark, though none to blame.

I’d trade my life to bear her cross,
To wear her pain upon my skin.
I’d take her wounds, her every loss,
If fate would let her rise and win.

Yet I’m no god, no savior, king,
Just flesh and tears and burning soul.
I hold her hand through suffering,
While praying time may make her whole.

I dare not rage at Heaven’s gate,
Though questions drown my trembling mind.
For love is strong and will not wait,
It clings to hope it’s yet to find.

O love, fight on—though frail and torn,
Though nights grow long and light seems far.
The day will come, a golden morn,
Where vows are whispered under stars.

And when that moment comes to be,
No pain shall mar what we have known.
You’ll stand and smile and walk to me,
And I will say, "At last, you’ve come home."

10. O Brawling Love!

(A Poetic Translation)

O brawling love! Time spent not in peace,
A moment of joy—yet sorrow won't cease.
A night of closeness—yet tears still remain,
From loving too much, I'm drowning in pain.
To her, the world is a healing balm,
To her, the sky sings a gentle psalm,
To her, the stars all gladly align,
She is the breath of this life of mine.
Yet, her soft heart turns to a stone,
Harsh words she throws like seeds are sown.
She may not wear death's shroud today,
But in love’s war, she walks away.
O love! You haunting, weeping ghost,
Who builds and breaks what we need most.
O perfect face, so cruelly bright,
Blind this aching heart tonight.
O loyal pain! My soul’s disguise,
O love’s sweet fire, now cold as ice.
Your song once wrapped my soul like flame,
But now you burn me with your name.

11. The Depth of You 

 

(lyric form of poetry)

I walked this world with hollow steps,
A ghost of who I used to be,
Each heartbeat just a fading echo,
Each dream a lost, forgotten plea.
I built my walls from silent stone,
And carved my grief in every crack,
Afraid to love, to hope, to feel—
Afraid of not being loved back.
But then, like dawn through winter’s breath,
You came with truth I couldn’t flee.
You didn’t ask to fix my soul—
You simply sat and wept with me.
You saw the scars I tried to hide,
And touched them not with pity’s hand,
But with the grace of someone who
Could look and still understand.
You loved me not for what I gave,
But for the heart I thought was gone.
You spoke in silence, stayed through storms,
And proved love doesn’t need to dawn.
With you, I learned that love runs deep,
Beyond the words, beyond the fire—
It’s quiet strength, it’s sacrifice,
It’s rising when the world conspires.
So here I stand, my soul laid bare,
No fear, no mask, no more disguise—
For in your love, I found myself,
And saw my worth within your eyes.

12. Ode to the Love That Healed Me

O love, thou gentle thief of wretched pain,
Thou entered not with fanfare nor acclaim,
But like a breeze through long-forgotten lane,
You stirred the dust and lit a dying flame.
For eight long years, I wandered in the night,
A soul unmoored, with heart in rusted chain,
I cursed the stars, I shunned the morning light,
And bid farewell to love—to spare the strain.
I locked the gates where tenderness once grew,
I buried dreams in silence, cold and deep,
A ghost in life, with nothing left to do
But walk with sorrow, and pretend to sleep.
But fate, that cunning weaver of surprise,
Did turn its wheel and placed you in my way;
And from your gaze, so kind and warm and wise,
The storm did cease, and night turned into day.
No love I’ve known could rival what you give,
So rich, so real, so endlessly profound;
You taught this broken heart again to live,
To find in you a love that's truly sound.
Not fleeting touch, nor merely sweet delight,
But something rooted, something strong and true—
A hearth of grace, a beacon in the night,
Where souls find peace, and hearts begin anew.
You are my home, my breath, my sacred song,
A haven where I’m seen and understood,
Where even all my flaws can still belong,
And love flows fierce, eternal, pure, and good.
So let the world with all its chaos rage,
Let time and tide and shadow test our days;
For I have found, upon life’s battered page,
A love that lights my soul in endless blaze.
I love thee more than life, more than the skies,
More than the stars that whisper lovers’ name—
And though I once believed that true love dies,
You proved it lives—forever, like a flame.

13. A Love Unknown - Rondelet

My love for her comes with no sign,
No trumpet call, no warning light,
My love for her comes with no sign.
It struck like stars that just align,
A blaze that burns through quiet night.
It bloomed from cracks in pain and time,
My love for her comes with no sign.

14. She Came Like Rain

My love for her comes with no sign,
It rose like mist in morning's hue,
No reason, rhythm, nor a clue—
Just sudden fire through flesh and spine.
It struck like stars that dare align,
A storm from skies once clear and blue.
My love for her comes with no sign,
It rose like mist in morning's hue.
She bloomed through cracks, a stubborn vine,
A daisy kissed by drops of dew,
Her silence louder than a clue—
Still I am hers, by fate’s design.
My love for her comes with no sign.

15. Love Without Warning

Terza Rima with ABA BCB CDC, rhyme.

My love for her comes with no sign or sound,
It struck like thunder from a sky so clear,
No path, no plan—just trembling, shaking ground.
It bloomed like roses when no spring is near,
A burst of color through my shadowed chest,
A whisper only aching hearts can hear.
She stood alone, a daisy in the west,
So soft, so still beneath the blazing sun,
Yet in her silence, my soul found its rest.
No logic speaks of how this love begun,
It came, it stayed, it turned my world around—
A quiet war my heart has always won.

16. To My Beloved, Who Came Like Light

 Heroic Quatrain (ABAB)

My love for you came soft, without a sound,
No trumpet cried, no omen marked the day.
But when you smiled, the world began to spin,
And all my fears and doubts were washed away.

You bloomed like flowers bursting through the stone,
Where nothing grew, you made the silence sing.
A daisy bright, yet standing all alone,
You brought the sweetness only love can bring.

No warning spoke, no dream foretold your face,
Yet here you are—the song within my soul.
You stilled the storms, restored my broken grace,
And made my scattered pieces feel whole.

No raging fire, no thunder in the sky,
But like a prayer, you touched me, deep and wide.
A holy hush, a calm that made me cry,
I found my home when you stood by my side.
So know this truth: my love is pure and true.

No fame, no gold, no crown could ever part
This bond I feel each time I think of you—
For you alone now carry all my heart.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐈

Love hath no cause that fate may yet unmake,

Nor bends it low to time’s relentless tide;
No fleeting woe its constancy can shake,
For true it stands, though sorrow doth betide.
Its course is firm, though tempests call it vain,
Like steadfast stars that light the darkened skies;
No wealth nor loss may shape its pure domain,
Nor passing years may bid its glow demise.
Though time may steal the bloom from fleeting days,
And lead two hearts upon diverging streams,
Yet love remains, unturned by time’s cruel ways,
For faith outlives the frailty of dreams.
Though all else fades and hearts may drift apart,
Love speaks no end, but lingers in the heart.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐈𝐈

As once we met when love was fresh and new,
Thy face was fair, untouched by sorrow’s shade;
Like autumn’s gold or April’s morning dew,
No passing time could see thy beauty fade.
Yet time moves on, and seasons shift away,
Like April’s bloom that wilts in winter’s breath;
The fleeting hours no hand nor heart can stay,
As love still shines, though bound by time and death.
Alas! How bright yet fragile is thy grace,
Like fleeting dawn that melts in golden streams;
Though past is lost, no force can love erase,
For in my heart, it lingers still in dreams.
If beauty fades, then love shall still remain,
And through its strength, outlive both time and pain.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐈𝐈𝐈

The purest hearts are cast to grief and woe,
For virtue finds no place in hearts unkind;
Though time may strike and lay their bright souls low,
Their joy still blooms, though sorrow makes them blind.
But thou, who once did love with steadfast grace,
Hast turned away and dimmed thy noble light;
Thy tender soul, now lost in dark embrace,
Forsakes the path where once it shone so bright.
Yet thou, the purest light this world has known,
Once bore the weight of love with courage true;
But now, deceived, thy kindness stands alone,
Betrayed by those who knew not what they slew.
If love must fade, then let the heavens cry,
Or else with thee in silent dust it lie.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐈𝐕

The mountain stands, yet fades before thy gaze,
Like blossoms lost when autumn winds run wild;
Like withered trees that yield to time’s decays,
Or fleeting songs where tempests grow defiled.
So shall the golden sun forsake the sky,
As twilight’s shroud consumes the waning light;
And darkest night shall steal where day did lie,
Till death unveils its veil of endless night.
Like fading embers lost in silent air,
Thy flowers fall, too swift for man to see;
Yet though death claims, and steals what once was fair,
Love’s boundless power breaks its tyranny.
For love, unshaken, shall defy its doom,
And through its strength, outlive both death and gloom.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐕

Like rolling waves that race to kiss the shore,
So pass our days toward fate’s unyielding end;
Each moment lost, yet time creates once more,
As all must blend where past and future bend.
Our birth, a step into life’s fleeting tide,
Where youth’s bright bloom must face time’s harsh embrace;
Yet time’s cold hand no mercy will provide,
It steals our joys and mars the fairest face.
It strikes with age where beauty once had shone,
And bends the strong beneath its weight of years;
No eye so bright but time will dim its tone,
Yet verse may guard what life to darkness steers.
Though all things fade beneath time’s cruel decree,
Thy worth shall shine through all eternity.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐕𝐈

Shall fate decide what sorrow yet may bring,
Or fashion grief from that which none can see?
Though trials rise on dark and endless wing,
No force can tear my steadfast love from me.
Though death may call, its whispers cold and near,
And bid the weary yield to endless rest,
Yet time and pain, though cruel, bring no fear,
For love remains—unyielding, ever blessed.
Though fortune fades and joys are stripped away,
My love shines bright, though death should cast its shade;
Let mortals weep, let empires fall to clay,
Yet love stands firm, untouched, unbound, unswayed.
And when the world forgets both time and name,
Thy soul in mine shall ever burn the same.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐕𝐈𝐈

Shall I then grasp the storm-cloud in my hand?
Yet thou, more firm, endurest wind and tide;
The flowers of spring by tempests torn and spanned,
Still bloom, though brief, with none to stand beside.
The moon may fade, yet never bow to night,
Nor shall the raging sun in sorrow fall;
The earth, though rich with treasures pure and bright,
Still bends beneath the storm’s relentless call.
Yet all thy grace no storm can tear away,
No fleeting time shall steal thy soul’s embrace;
Though death itself may seek to claim its prey,
Thou standest firm, untouched by fate’s disgrace.
While all the world must bow to fleeting doom,
Thy light shall never fade into the gloom.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

Without you, life is but a hollow shell,
The sun may shine, but warmth it does not bring.
In silent days, where once my joy would swell,
Now sorrow weeps and shadows softly cling.
You are the sun, and I, the circling earth,
Drawn to your light, my purpose and my grace.
Without your love, I question all my worth,
A stranger in the mirror’s empty face.
You are the rain, and I, the waiting sky,
Longing to pour, but void of soul or sound.
I breathe your name with every shattered sigh,
Yet in your absence, grief is all I’ve found.
Forgive the wounds I caused, the pain, the past—
Come back, my love, and heal my heart at last.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐈𝐗

I broke my word, though love I did profess,
Not out of guile, but careless, wounded soul.
Long years I walked alone in emptiness,
Till you appeared and made my spirit whole.
So perfect you—with strength, with fire, with grace,
While I, a broken man with hollow eyes,
Found heaven's mercy shining in your face,
A truth I’d lost beneath forgotten skies.
Yet lacking craft, I faltered in your need,
My heart was true, though hands did cause you pain.
For every tear, my soul begins to bleed,
Yet still, my love for you will not abstain.
If I have failed, then let my sorrow show:
Without your love, I wither, cold and slow.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗

What fever scorched her soul in silent flame,       
That even night withdrew in trembling awe?     
She bore it not in tears, but strength and law,     

A quiet grace that suffering could not tame,        
Her breath, though labored, whispered not her shame, 
But rose like mist from fields the storm would claw,60
Her brow aglow as myths that old song draw,

A Chawngmawii reborn in deathless name,     
The moon bends low to kiss her aching head,        
Her eyes reflect the stars' eternal ache,       

Yet even in her pain, no word was plead,
From out her night, the golden morning break,       
And light blooms forth from every wound she bled.  

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈

Love hath no cause that fate may yet unmake,
Nor bends it low to time’s relentless tide;
No fleeting woe its constancy can shake,
For true it stands, though sorrow doth betide.
Its course is firm, though tempests call it vain,
Like steadfast stars that light the darkened skies;
No wealth nor loss may shape its pure domain,
Nor passing years may bid its glow demise.
Though time may steal the bloom from fleeting days,
And lead two hearts upon diverging streams,
Yet love remains, unturned by time’s cruel ways,
For faith outlives the frailty of dreams.
Though all else fades and hearts may drift apart,
Love speaks no end, but lingers in the heart.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈𝐈

 

As once we met when love was fresh and new,
Thy face was fair, untouched by sorrow’s shade;
Like autumn’s gold or April’s morning dew,
No passing time could see thy beauty fade.
Yet time moves on, and seasons shift away,
Like April’s bloom that wilts in winter’s breath;
The fleeting hours no hand nor heart can stay,
As love still shines, though bound by time and death.
Alas! How bright yet fragile is thy grace,
Like fleeting dawn that melts in golden streams;
Though past is lost, no force can love erase,
For in my heart, it lingers still in dreams.
If beauty fades, then love shall still remain,
And through its strength, outlive both time and pain.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

The purest hearts are cast to grief and woe,
For virtue finds no place in hearts unkind;
Though time may strike and lay their bright souls low,
Their joy still blooms, though sorrow makes them blind.
But thou, who once did love with steadfast grace,
Hast turned away and dimmed thy noble light;
Thy tender soul, now lost in dark embrace,
Forsakes the path where once it shone so bright.
Yet thou, the purest light this world has known,
Once bore the weight of love with courage true;
But now, deceived, thy kindness stands alone,
Betrayed by those who knew not what they slew.
If love must fade, then let the heavens cry,
Or else with thee in silent dust it lie.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈𝐕

The mountain stands, yet fades before thy gaze,
Like blossoms lost when autumn winds run wild;
Like withered trees that yield to time’s decays,
Or fleeting songs where tempests grow defiled.
So shall the golden sun forsake the sky,
As twilight’s shroud consumes the waning light;
And darkest night shall steal where day did lie,
Till death unveils its veil of endless night.
Like fading embers lost in silent air,
Thy flowers fall, too swift for man to see;
Yet though death claims, and steals what once was fair,
Love’s boundless power breaks its tyranny.
For love, unshaken, shall defy its doom,
And through its strength, outlive both death and gloom.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐕𝐈

Like rolling waves that race to kiss the shore,
So pass our days toward fate’s unyielding end;
Each moment lost, yet time creates once more,
As all must blend where past and future bend.
Our birth, a step into life’s fleeting tide,
Where youth’s bright bloom must face time’s harsh embrace;
Yet time’s cold hand no mercy will provide,
It steals our joys and mars the fairest face.
It strikes with age where beauty once had shone,
And bends the strong beneath its weight of years;
No eye so bright but time will dim its tone,
Yet verse may guard what life to darkness steers.
Though all things fade beneath time’s cruel decree,
Thy worth shall shine through all eternity.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

Shall fate decide what sorrow yet may bring,
Or fashion grief from that which none can see?
Though trials rise on dark and endless wing,
No force can tear my steadfast love from me.
Though death may call, its whispers cold and near,
And bid the weary yield to endless rest,
Yet time and pain, though cruel, bring no fear,
For love remains—unyielding, ever blessed.
Though fortune fades and joys are stripped away,
My love shines bright, though death should cast its shade;
Let mortals weep, let empires fall to clay,
Yet love stands firm, untouched, unbound, unswayed.
And when the world forgets both time and name,
Thy soul in mine shall ever burn the same.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

Shall I then grasp the storm-cloud in my hand?
Yet thou, more firm, endurest wind and tide;
The flowers of spring by tempests torn and spanned,
Still bloom, though brief, with none to stand beside.
The moon may fade, yet never bow to night,
Nor shall the raging sun in sorrow fall;
The earth, though rich with treasures pure and bright,
Still bends beneath the storm’s relentless call.
Yet all thy grace no storm can tear away,
No fleeting time shall steal thy soul’s embrace;
Though death itself may seek to claim its prey,
Thou standest firm, untouched by fate’s disgrace.
While all the world must bow to fleeting doom,
Thy light shall never fade into the gloom.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈𝐗

(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.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐈𝐗 

(Spenserian Sonnet)

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

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐗

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.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐈

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.

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈

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.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

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.

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

 

A goddess bright, desired by every gaze,
Yet fate’s kind hand did place you next to me.
In love we burned, consumed in passion’s blaze,
Two hearts as one, unchained, wild, and free.

From dawn to dusk, our whispers filled the air,
No thought withheld, no dream too far to share.
Yet cruel fate struck—our joy turned to despair,
As sickness wove its shadows in your stare.

I stood with you through nights of endless pain,
A voice, a rock, though distant still so near.
But illness stole your light and left you chained,
Your love turned sharp with anger, doubt, and fear.

Though silence now stands tall between us two,
My heart still burns with love, unshaken, true.

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐕

 

O Death, come swiftly, end this cruel despair,
Relieve my soul from torment’s endless chain.

Betrayal, loss, and burdens hard to bear,

Have left me drowning in unyielding pain.

 

The world is cold, its voices sharp with scorn,

No guiding hand, no solace in the night.

Each trust once held is broken, bruised, and torn,

And hope has faded, lost to endless plight.

 

Yet still, thou linger’st, silent in the shade,

While I, alone, must suffer sorrow’s breath.

Must I endure till all my strength will fade?

Or wilt thou grant me peace in endless death?

 

But what if darkness holds no love, no rest?

What if the dawn yet shines upon my chest?

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈

 

What fire unseen did scorch her gentle frame,          

That even night withdrew in silent dread?           

Her cheeks were flushed, her tears unsweetly shed,           

Yet in her eyes, the stars still softly flame.                        Though fever wrapped her in its ruthless claim,           

No word of pain escaped the lips she bled;            

She bore it all with quiet, shining head,            

A goddess hidden in a world of flame.               
The moon bent low to touch her burning brow,            

And kissed her with the calm of silver light;            

Her pain, though deep, could not consume her now,            

For dawn arose and broke her endless night.   

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

That of a barren tree in desert wide,
So stands my soul, alone, withered and dry.
Like winter's branch that shivers, stripped of pride,
My days drift on beneath a hollow sky.

I
A boat without a helm in stormy seas,
That's how I roam, untethered, lost, and blind.
Each wave a whisper begging for your breeze,
Each current craving peace I cannot find.

As roses thirst for rain to bloom anew,
My heart cries out for love that only you
Can give—like poets needing pain to write,
Or changing seasons reaching for their cue.

So let me say, in verses soft and true,
Without your light, my world is stripped of hue.  

 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 -  𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

 

When first we met, the world stood still in awe,
For you, so bright, so far above my reach.
Yet fate conspired to bend its sacred law,
And placed your heart within my trembling speech.

Each whispered vow, each night that turned to day,
We danced in love, entwined in joy's embrace.
Then sickness came to steal the light away,
And pain did carve its sorrow on your face.

Through months of woe, I stayed though miles apart,
A voice, a hand, though distant, always near.
Yet now your storm rains wrath upon my heart,
Your love once warm is clouded, cold, severe.

But still, my soul in longing calls your name,
For love endures through anger, grief, and flame.

 

 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓 - 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗

 

Though countless flaws mine eyes in thee do see,
Yet love they not, nor do they seek thy face;
My heart, though blind, still binds itself to thee,
And deems thy faults a mark of perfect grace.

Thy voice delights me not, nor do I crave
The touch, the scent, the taste of love’s embrace;
No worldly sense my soul to thee enslave,
Yet passion holds me fast in cruel chase.

And though my reason warns me of my plight,
Still I, a willing thrall, must wear thy chain;
Like shackled serf who yields to lordly might,
I serve thee still, though servitude is pain.

But here’s my gain amid my sorrowed lot—

She who makes me sin, my penance wrought. 

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.”