To love and be loved.
A poet's dreams through ages.
A thought that aged like a fine wine.
A feeling nurtured for emptiness.
A piece painted by delicate hands,
On walls that once was a cage.
To love and be loved.
A life lived half; and half by her.
A tear shed and smile captured.
I walked with her hand in mine,
Holding me as though a child;
A child of the love
That was grown to be one day mine.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
To love and be loved.
A poet's dreams through ages.
A thought that aged like a fine wine.
A feeling nurtured for emptiness.
A piece painted by delicate hands,
On walls that once was a cage.
To love and be loved.
A life lived half; and half by her.
A tear shed and smile captured.
I walked with her hand in mine,
Holding me as though a child;
A child of the love
That was grown to be one day mine.