What it is, and can never be...
Oh sweet love, that blooms within my soul,
A flame that burns, yet remains untold,
Though mere friends we are, my love runs deep,
In whispered words, and promises to keep.
Her smile, a painting of joy and light,
In laughter's dance, my world takes flight,
A love unspoken, yet boldly clear,
Her presence, a solace, a love sincere.
For in friendship's embrace, a love does grow,
A tender seed, in my heart does sow,
With every glance, a truth unfurled,
In love I am bound, for this friend, this world.
So I'll love her, with heart and soul,
In whispered prayers, my love takes hold,
For in her grace, my love does dwell,
A friend beloved, my heart can tell.
© Poetic Wolf
A flame that burns, yet remains untold,
Though mere friends we are, my love runs deep,
In whispered words, and promises to keep.
Her smile, a painting of joy and light,
In laughter's dance, my world takes flight,
A love unspoken, yet boldly clear,
Her presence, a solace, a love sincere.
For in friendship's embrace, a love does grow,
A tender seed, in my heart does sow,
With every glance, a truth unfurled,
In love I am bound, for this friend, this world.
So I'll love her, with heart and soul,
In whispered prayers, my love takes hold,
For in her grace, my love does dwell,
A friend beloved, my heart can tell.
© Poetic Wolf