Love That Never Grew
Like a seed blown by the wind,
you landed softly in my love garden.
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Between Our Dreams
Go to bed, my love—
I'll be waiting in your dreams,
Where distance fades,
...
She comes and sits next to me unexpectedly—
sometimes when I'm daydreaming,
sometimes late at night when I can't sleep.
It seems she always arrives at the right moment,
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Is Love Looking for Us?
An empty bed,
glowing screens and long-distance calls
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The Flower That Never Bloomed
I was the flower that never bloomed,
No matter how the seasons moved.
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A Room Called Hope
Many words bring me peace,
Yet I search and find them lost—
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'Since You've Been Gone'
Silently, I call for you,
To calm these storms that rage within.
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Chasing Hollow Days.
Late breakfasts and lonely sunrises—
my life echoes a happiness now distant.
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Tourists in Transit
Death doesn't scare us—
not like the thought that nothing, no one,
can save us from it.
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'Entwined Universes'
Let's not bind this spiritual connection with mortal words.
Let's simply cherish the moment our energies meet.
What we share is rare—
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Winter Nights in My Heart
Winter nights in my heart,
though it's summer outside—
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Another Poem for Me
and everything that breaks me silently
Beautiful as you are,
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To My Dearest Mom,
You were one of God's perfect flowers in His angelic garden. Every year, every breath I take, I think of you. You are the missing piece of my heart and soul—one that can never be replaced or healed.
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Imperfectly Beautiful
I could list your pros and cons,
but your flaws—
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From the moment I could dream of love,
I prayed for someone like you.
Through countless nights and quiet days,
I waited—
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Seeds of Love
Tonight, I'm going to sleep early—
because I know you'll be waiting for me in my dreams.
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A Love That Never Grew.
Love That Never Grew
Like a seed blown by the wind,
you landed softly in my love garden.
With quiet hope, I waited—
waited for your heart to bloom.
But the days passed,
the rain fell,
and still—
nothing grew.
I visited you like the moon visits the night,
gentle, constant,
yet everything remained frozen in time.
Maybe you were the wrong one,
or maybe
I was simply
the wrong place for your love to grow.
Now you drift away,
distant—
like stars that vanish
with the morning light.
I won't be angry
if you take flight
in a different direction,
far from the borders of my heart.
I only pray,
before you go,
that I grow numb—
numb to the pain
of watching you fade.