I’ve never known love
Grace, I showed
Intelligence, I possessed
Attention, I did not lack
With a man always at my back
Countless hearts, I used
Until they bruised
Meticulously, I dwindled men
......
The magic of our love,
Is a force that never fades,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has made.
With the wonder in your touch,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the magic,
Of the love that never dies.
......
Happy moments bloom
ever in full beauty,
like a delicate flower
wafting sweet fragrance
of pleasing felicity,
of cherished longings.
Some time later
they grow red and pale,
all fade and wither
as the leaves, dried
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Our love is like a symphony,
A melody so sweet,
That fills my heart with joy,
And makes my soul complete.
With the rhythm of our hearts,
And the harmony of our souls,
We create a love so beautiful,
That it never grows old.
......
The bliss of our love,
Is a feeling beyond compare,
As we journey together,
With hearts that love will always spare.
With the tenderness of your embrace,
And the serenity in your eyes,
I am lost in the bliss,
Of the love that never dies.
......
I cherish the day we met-
not just the moment,
but the air around us,
how time seemed to pause,
as if it,too,was listening.
You smiled,
and something in me softened,
like a door gently opening
after years of silence.
......
I cherish the day we met-
not for what was said,
but for how the world shifted,
quietly,
as if it had been waiting
for us to notice each other.
When the eyes close,
the world sinks into quiet shadow.
Thoughts wander
like mist through forgotten streets.
No noise,no color-
only the whisper within,
a space without borders,
where memory breathes
and time stands still.
......
It begins in silence,
in the pause between waking and remembering,
where the ceiling holds no answers
and the light feels thinner than it should.
You rise because the world asks you to,
not because it ever explains why.
There are dishes in the sink,
emails unopened,
a door you close behind you
......
Ik wou je ontmoeten
toen het ontmoeten
onmogelijk bleek te zijn.
De afstand tussen ons
was niet te meten in stappen,
maar in stilte,
in het niet kunnen zeggen
wat zo diep vanbinnen leefde.
......