A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXXV(rev)

Love; a distant dream untouched by lips,
Yet you, the brightest sun in my soul eclipse.
Words falter as I dare not confess,
My immortal-she, my heart’s sweet distress.

I die today, for your hand I can’t hold,
Yet in my dreams, your touch is bold.
Lifeless scenes burst into vibrant hue,
As I paint your essence, a love so true.

Listen! The melody, a lover’s plea,
A symphony of passion, for you and me.
Beneath the veiled sky, our love’s embrace,
A whispered yearning, a tender grace.

Oh, to confess! To shatter the chains,
And unveil the depth of our longing pains.
Fear of rejection, a fleeting shadow,
But love’s fierce flame, impossible to outgrow.

Your heart, a canvas, craving my touch,
With every stroke, our love blooms much.
Your spirit, my muse, ignites the fire,
As I paint our love, soaring ever higher.

Though fingers tremble, and words hesitate,
Let our hearts speak, for love won’t wait.
In every note, our story unfolds,
A tale of passion, forever untold.