In the garden of my heart, you bloom,
A love so deep, like sweet perfume.
Your laughter, a melody, so divine,
In the symphony of my heart, you shine.
You're the moon that guides my night,
A tapestry of stars, pure and bright.
In every thought, in every prayer,
It's your name that lingers in the air.
Yet, in the quiet of this hopeful space,
I yearn to see love mirrored in your face.
A gentle whisper, a tender reply,
Would make my heart take wings and fly.
Patiently, I wait beneath the moonlit skies,
For the moment when you'll realize,
That in this dance of hearts, so sweet,
Your name and mine are destined to meet.
So, here I stand with love untold,
A story waiting to unfold.
In the garden of my heart, so true,
I'll keep on waiting, just for you.
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When Powers of Sun Magnified
After childhood years spent listening to these stories at the feet of Nana Belle, great aunts and great uncles, this part (my part) became both easy and hard. Easy when you grow up to become a writer. Hard knowing the oral traditions steeped in a history vast enough to eclipse the oldest mariner’s voyage are in danger of being lost simply because no one sits still to listen anymore.
By The Dani Writer2 days ago in Fiction
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