In the stillness of the night, when the world slumbers,
There lies a silence that speaks louder than thunder.
It is not the sound of words, but the whispers of hearts,
Telling stories of love, in the quietest of parts.
I walk through the corridors of my mind,
Seeking your face, where your shadow is blind.
For every time I sought your hand, I found it just out of reach,
A dance of distance, too far to breach.
Your presence lingers like the scent of forgotten roses,
That grow in gardens where time decomposes.
I wonder if your heart, too, carries this longing,
A symphony of silence, never-ending, never wronging.
You, the muse of my quiet reverie,
The echo of a love that’s meant to be.
Yet, the words we never spoke still haunt my soul,
A chorus of longing, that makes me whole.
Every glance between us was a verse unchanted,
A melody of affection, yet faintly planted.
We never said the words that our hearts so deeply knew,
In the absence of speech, our emotions grew.
Is this love? Or a mere shadow of what could have been?
A love unspoken, but in our souls, it’s seen.
In the flutter of your eyes, in the touch of your sigh,
In the silent moments when we didn’t ask why.
I remember the times, when I almost told you,
Of the worlds we could build, of the skies so blue.
But fear wrapped my tongue in a cage of doubt,
Afraid of the echo that love might shout.
What if you, too, held a secret within?
A love untold, that could have begun to spin.
But we, both lost in our quiet grief,
Failed to give our hearts the brief relief.
In the spaces between our words, I hear a story untold,
A tale of a love, too fragile to unfold.
In the silence, I find a rhythm, a rhyme,
An unspoken bond, suspended in time.
Perhaps the truest love is never to be voiced,
But to feel the pulse of a heart that has no choice.
For when silence becomes the language of love,
Even the echoes are messages sent from above.
The heart that never speaks, but still yearns,
The love that never fades, but always returns.
In the silence, there is a voice that we cannot ignore,
It calls to us softly, whispering “I adore.”
As I stand here, wrapped in your unseen embrace,
I feel the echo of love, in this sacred space.
Not in the words that were never spoken,
But in the longing that remains unbroken.
So, perhaps this is the love that was meant to be,
The one that never shouted, but still set us free.
In the echoes of what we never said,
We find the strength to move ahead.
For in the end, love’s truest form is not heard,
But felt in the spaces, where hearts are stirred.
And so, my dear, in this eternal silence we live,
In the echoes of unspoken love, we forgive.
A Heartfelt Thank You 💖
Dear Readers,
I want to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you. 🙏 Your support, your time, and your shared journey through words mean more to me than words can ever convey. 🌟
Every story, every poem, every thought shared here is not just for me, but for us. 💫 Your presence, your engagement, and your feedback inspire me to continue creating and exploring new ways to connect through the beauty of language. ✨
Thank you for being part of this experience, for letting my words find a home in your hearts. 💌 Together, we create a space where silence speaks louder than anything, and unspoken feelings find their echo. 🌙
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