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Loveline
In the quiet of dawn, my eyes flutter open,
Yearning for a sight, a vision unspoken.
Will this thirst of mine, to see your face,
Remain a dream, lost in time's embrace?
Who is he, this fortunate soul,
Who won your heart, without a toll?
Unasked, unbidden, he stands in my place,
Basking in the glow of your grace.
What stars did align in his cosmic chart,
That he holds the key to your heart?
What fortune do his palm lines narrate?
Today, I too will gaze upon my fate.
And perhaps then, in solitude's shade,
I'll stand under your window, with a blade.
Out of despair, and in contemplation,
To etch on my palm, love's complex equation.
#love #yearning #destiny #solitude #reflection #heartache #contemplation #poetry
© Sherlock
Yearning for a sight, a vision unspoken.
Will this thirst of mine, to see your face,
Remain a dream, lost in time's embrace?
Who is he, this fortunate soul,
Who won your heart, without a toll?
Unasked, unbidden, he stands in my place,
Basking in the glow of your grace.
What stars did align in his cosmic chart,
That he holds the key to your heart?
What fortune do his palm lines narrate?
Today, I too will gaze upon my fate.
And perhaps then, in solitude's shade,
I'll stand under your window, with a blade.
Out of despair, and in contemplation,
To etch on my palm, love's complex equation.
#love #yearning #destiny #solitude #reflection #heartache #contemplation #poetry
© Sherlock
