[Prolly this is my very last poem for you] For the hands that once held me so firmly, and the eyes that gazed at me with such intensity before I slept, and a mouth that offered me a glass of honey, so soft and gentle; they were all mine yesterday. My great lost love, allow me to lead you to the gateway of latitude, Burning brightly at night, serenaded by the sounds of solitude. We've journeyed, and we've parted ways, Left an indelible imprint on my very heart's maze. My distant star above, my great lost love, In your arms, I found what I've dreamt of. But too soon, your melody left unfinished, something I'm afraid of. Your sound and touch still lingers, Too soon, to become a tapestry of faded colors. My great lost love, you remain my guiding star, no matter where you are. So as I pen these final lines, my dear, Know that your echoes I'll always hold near. You reside within my soul, etching endless arts, A pain like a dart, In my domain, I lost my reign, My great...
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.