love poem
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My love, I write what I can’t say,With hands that ache for you,For fate has placed you far away,Yet love still makes it through. I’d give the years I have to spend,The breath inside my chest,To be your home, your road, your end,The place your heart could rest. But some lives draw a crueler line,Where…
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Through Your Eyes People have spoken about my eyesfor as long as I can remember. They tell me it feels as thoughI am looking past the surface,past the practiced smiles,past the careful words. As though I can see somethingthey never intended to show. Some grow quiet beneath my gaze. Some look away. Some laugh nervouslyand…
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I have never believed in tomorrow. People speak of it as though it waits beyond the horizon,a place we are destined to arrive,but I have lived long enough to know better. There is only now. The breath in my lungs.The rain against the window.The ache in my chest. Everything else is memory. By the time…

