In miles or moments that keep us apart,
Our love bridges gaps, a work of art.
Through letters, words penned from the heart,
Our love story grows, a beautiful chart.
In the phone's whispered secrets, we unite,
Distance fades, love's the guiding light.
In every call, day and night,
Our love connects, firm and tight.
Through virtual screens, our faces appear,
In the pixels of love, there's nothing to fear.
Our laughter, our stories, our shared tear,
Love transcends the digital frontier.
Though the world may separate our embrace,
Our love knows no bounds, no time or space.
In the heart's realm, love finds its place,
A bond that distance can never erase.
So, as the miles stretch, or the moments grow long,
Our love is the anchor that keeps us strong.
In the distance's realm, where we belong,
Our love persists, unwavering and lifelong.
About the Creator
The problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jemaa day ago in Confessions
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.