Ink & Emotions

 

The more I search myself the more I see,
That longing for Your love has ruined me;
I gaze into the mirror of my heart And though it’s me who looks,
It’s You I see !

Her words about him are a masterpiece of passion and intuition, a genuine tribute that captures the kernel of his being. With every stroke of her pen, she paints a vivid portrayal of his character, bringing his virtues and quirks to life on the canvas of her writing. Her gratitude for him shines through in the elegance of her prose and the sincerity of her feelings, leaving no doubt that her words are a frank reflection of her admiration and affection. Her writing is a gift,

The one who adored you before I entered your life
Perhaps still carries your sorrows deep in her heart,

"In the embrace of an unspoken hope,
The shores of her dream island may still sparkle,

I acknowledge, she's shifted her loyalty to another soul,

As daylight graces us,

I may not rejoin your gathering,
May no solitary sorrow ruin your cheeks with tears."

I once clung to the belief that as time blurs memories in the day and night's whirlwind,
The flame of hope and the lanterns of memories weigh endlessly,

Gradually eroding my existence, yet I occasionally recall the past.
Time may not quell the pain; wounds heal,

But their scars persist, Distant memories may never truly fade,
Perhaps one day,

she'll ruefully seek solace in your embrace,
Turning away from the world, recognizing your innocence,

Your tears unable to bear the injustice of the disrupted balance.
And I, who once deemed you my haven,

shall endure another wound, as in days past,
Though loyalty's promises may have been tested,

I'll silently stand from this distant place.