At the lake of waiting, I find myself stranded,
Persisting in prolonged uncertainty,
Reaching for the untouched,
Yearning for a presence in the veil of mist.

Suffocated by romantic impulses,
The heart throbs in an ocean of emotions.
Quelled by fate's misguided senses,
Love creeps through the deepest sighs.

I love so much, truly,
Is my reservoir of love enough for you?
Tears of the ocean flow uncontrollably,
Crying for a heart wounded so deeply.

How strong is my heart?
Cut by the knife of betrayal,
Torn by the bitterness of experience,
Yet, in every wound, there is beauty waiting.

In disappointment, the blue Iris blooms,
Swept away in an endless silent cascade,
The ether witnesses drifting cotton clouds,
Fateful choice carves an unexpected story.

We, like lightning in the storm of life,
Facing waves with sincere determination,
Though wounds cut deep, the heart remains unshaken,
True love unaffected by the loss of expectations.

Let this poem be a melody of peace,
Tracing paths etched with meaning,
We, together, dance in the hush-hush of love,
As pilgrims traverse ever-changing tides.

On the distant shore, heaven vast and deep,
Where mysteries of love forever sleep.
The unknown shadows call and beckon,
Beyond, wisdom's hidden themes are sown.



© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎