Jan 6
In the quiet shadows of my heart, unspoken words dance like delicate whispers, weaving a tapestry of emotions unseen.
A tale unfolds, where the script remains hidden, and the ink of affection remains untouched by the quill of revelation.
She, the subject of my silent sonnet, remains oblivious to the verses etched in the corridors of my soul.
Each unspoken sentiment echoes, unheard yet profound, creating a symphony of love in the uncharted realms of the unsaid.
A tale unfolds, where the script remains hidden, and the ink of affection remains untouched by the quill of revelation.
She, the subject of my silent sonnet, remains oblivious to the verses etched in the corridors of my soul.
Each unspoken sentiment echoes, unheard yet profound, creating a symphony of love in the uncharted realms of the unsaid.
If I weren’t afraid of rejection I’d allow my hear & tongue to engage in dialogue & speak to her the language of my love for her.
