Forbidden...
In the realm of unrequited desires,
Where love's flame may never transpire,
A man finds himself bound by a silent vow,
To cherish a love he cannot avow.
Within him stirs a tempest of emotions,
Longing to express his utmost devotions,
But fate dictates a different decree,
Forbidding their love to ever be free.
He watches her from afar, as a poet might,
Silently composing verses throughout the night,
Each syllable drips with bittersweet pain,
As he weaves his love into an unspoken refrain.
The pallor of longing paints his every hue,
In her presence, his heartstrings imbue,
Every touch withheld, every word unspoken,
Aching inside, his heart forever broken.
Yet still he remains, steadfast and true,
For her happiness, he'd sacrifice the sky's blue,
He learns to find solace in her radiant smile,
Content even if his love is but a trial.
So he writes in the silence of his secret cove,
With ink that whispers the stories of his love,
For a poet he is, forever bound to this fate,
To express love's yearning, his heart's own dictate.
In the depths of his verse, he finds release,
Though his love may forever dwell in cease,
For through the written word, he can convey,
The depths of his affection, day by day.
And if by some miracle, she were to find,
The hidden verses etched in his mind,
She might glimpse the love he's kept veiled,
And understand the desires never derailed.
But until that moment, he'll continue to weave,
His poetic tapestry, hoping she'll perceive,
The strength of his love and the pain he endures,
For the woman he adores, his love forever pure.
© Poetic Wolf
Where love's flame may never transpire,
A man finds himself bound by a silent vow,
To cherish a love he cannot avow.
Within him stirs a tempest of emotions,
Longing to express his utmost devotions,
But fate dictates a different decree,
Forbidding their love to ever be free.
He watches her from afar, as a poet might,
Silently composing verses throughout the night,
Each syllable drips with bittersweet pain,
As he weaves his love into an unspoken refrain.
The pallor of longing paints his every hue,
In her presence, his heartstrings imbue,
Every touch withheld, every word unspoken,
Aching inside, his heart forever broken.
Yet still he remains, steadfast and true,
For her happiness, he'd sacrifice the sky's blue,
He learns to find solace in her radiant smile,
Content even if his love is but a trial.
So he writes in the silence of his secret cove,
With ink that whispers the stories of his love,
For a poet he is, forever bound to this fate,
To express love's yearning, his heart's own dictate.
In the depths of his verse, he finds release,
Though his love may forever dwell in cease,
For through the written word, he can convey,
The depths of his affection, day by day.
And if by some miracle, she were to find,
The hidden verses etched in his mind,
She might glimpse the love he's kept veiled,
And understand the desires never derailed.
But until that moment, he'll continue to weave,
His poetic tapestry, hoping she'll perceive,
The strength of his love and the pain he endures,
For the woman he adores, his love forever pure.
© Poetic Wolf