Should one seeks fingerprints on this heart's dusty frame,
Only theirs would likely be found, leaving none to blame.
Tracing fingers along the heart's gentle curve, Elicits pleasure, though unseen, it does serve.
Writers label such love as a curse or poison slow, Comparing it to falling, a tale they often sow. Yet in silent gazes, a charm unique does bloom, Where admiration shared casts away the gloom.
With every glance, souls may find a sweet exchange, And every breath spent adoring, love's range. Until lungs ache with the weight of devotion's delight, In the presence admired, bathed in love's eternal light.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
Should one seeks fingerprints on this heart's dusty frame,
Only theirs would likely be found, leaving none to blame.
Tracing fingers along the heart's gentle curve, Elicits pleasure, though unseen, it does serve.
Writers label such love as a curse or poison slow, Comparing it to falling, a tale they often sow. Yet in silent gazes, a charm unique does bloom, Where admiration shared casts away the gloom.
With every glance, souls may find a sweet exchange, And every breath spent adoring, love's range. Until lungs ache with the weight of devotion's delight, In the presence admired, bathed in love's eternal light.
