In poem, I find a precious gem,
A sacred vow, a praise that's deep.
Carving sincerity's diadem,
Meanings so grand, emotions I keep.

My poem, a string of love cherished and true,
Not meant for a torrent of blame, sharp and new.
These words, a fragile flame, a candle's light,
Ink bleeds confession yearning to ignite.
Woven with threads of heartfelt, a gentle plea,
A glimpse of my soul laid bare for you to see.

Behind the verse, a secret admire,
Not empty words, nor sweet deceit's pyre.
Only pureness of heart's desire,
My love for you, in verse I weave entire.

Yet trust, for you to hold,
In times of doubt, it speaks in silence.
Deception's path, a story untold,
While truth's embrace offers sweet reliance.

No matter...