In the shadows, I forge my love,
A blade of longing, honed by silence.
Each heartbeat a battle cry,
Unseen, unheard, yet fiercely alive.

The moon, my silent confidante,
Watches as I temper desire,
Quenching it in the icy waters of restraint.
I am the blacksmith of unspoken passion.

Her laughter, a distant echo,
A siren song that haunts my dreams.
I am the lone wolf, howling at the moon,
Dying a little more with every night.

And so I write, my soul a battlefield,
Invisible scars etched upon my skin.
Hoping that one day she'll see
The fire burning within these silent depths.

But until then, I remain a silent warrior,
A poet of unyielding love,
Lost in the wilderness of desire,
Slowly dying inside, unnoticed. 💔
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