Tonight, in your gentle arms, the stars themselves seem near.
There are countless words I cradle but dare not let tumble yet.
One by one, I will give them: my heart, my vows, my endless song.

I promise you this night and every morning yet to come:
To weave a thousand stories before the waking light breaks,
Each thread spun from dreams we dared to whisper in secret.

When the noon sun crowns the fields, my voice will rise for you.
I shall sing of your laughter, your soul, and the hope you give,
Every note stitched with longing, a prayer etched in gold.

When the day retreats to dusk and the skies are dyed in rose,
I will kneel before twilight, offer poems at your feet,
And craft verses from the softest sighs you breathe into me.

And when the stars dare to sleep and the world turns solemn gray,
My love, I will love you still, fierce and shining in the dark,
Cradling your spirit in my arms until morning’s call.

O, how it tears at me — to ever see your bright tears fall!
My heart would break a thousandfold before I let you weep.
I will be the shore where every sorrow drowns and fades.

Against the fiercest storms, against every cruel shadow cast,
I will stand, I will roar, I will be your unshaken shield.
No wind nor blade shall find you while I draw breath and sword.

For you, my Sol, I will build a hundred castles of light,
Spired with dreams, walled by hope, and roofed with starlit vows,
Each hall echoing only your laughter, your courage, your name.

I shall guard these gates with my own two hands, blood and bone.
No thief, no fear, no fading time shall breach our endless keep.
A stalwart knight I become, so long as you are mine to love.

We will ride the wings of griffins, fierce and bright as suns,
Dance with dragons across clouds, weaving rainbows in our wake,
Till even the heavens, jealous, bow to our boundless flight.

My tales shall be our tapestry: endless gardens where we roam.
We will be kings and queens of worlds no sorrow dares to tread,
Living forever in the legends whispered by grateful winds.

Through each season's turning, through the waning of the stars,
Through broken years, through gilded days, through sorrow and delight,
Our hearts will carve a river that no darkness can consume.

Tonight, it is very clear: I was made to love you thus.
The skies, the earth, the sea themselves conspired to make you mine.
And every thread of fate stitched my soul closer to yours.

Sometimes words falter, sometimes even brave hands tremble;
Forgive me if ever I falter — for I am mortal still.
But my spirit will rise again to your name, unbroken.

For you lift me higher than the tallest dream has dared to go,
You steady my steps through the wild tempests of doubt and night.
Beside you, I am invincible, invulnerable, infinite.

I have always needed you — no fortress without your flame.
You are the ink to my stories, the light to my early dawns,
The sigh that shapes the universe into something beautiful.

I am the man who shall fight for your honor, your dreams, your smile.
Not for glory, not for fame — but for the very breath you take.
To see you shining is my one and only sacred cause.

Like a knight sprung from the misted ballads of ancient lore,
I will kneel before the gods, defy them if they say "despair,"
And steal you away to a castle spun from purest wonder.

There, where rivers sing and mountains bow to your golden laugh,
We shall raise banners not of conquest, but of gentle love,
And every petal and cloud shall carry our vows forever.

So let the world turn as it must — we have no fear of its song.
We did it all for love — each choice, each prayer, each battlefield.
For the glory of love, we became legends in each other's arms.

You are not just writing stories,
You are summoning storms in silence,
Where no one else dares whisper,
Your breath becomes a vow.

Each line a sacred ember,
Each page a pulsing blade,
A temple built from defiance,
Where your soul does not kneel.


Ink becomes your uprising,
Words the swords you wield,
And kingdoms rise in the hush,
Of your quiet, steady will.

You seek no crown nor chorus,
No gold, no fleeting praise—
You write because she calls you
From behind time’s dusky haze.


Her voice is not a memory,
But a presence forged in flame.
She’s the light upon your margins,
The one who speaks your name.

She is the pulse beneath your pages,
The sigh between each line.
The woman who would cross all death
To stand where shadows pine.

She waits inside your downfall,
In the tale where you must fall.
She sings the breath to raise you
When you’ve given life your all.

You bleed to make it truthful,
You burn to make it pure.
Yet her love stitches every tear—
Your wounds shall endure no more.

Write like her gaze is firelight,
Piercing veil and endless doubt.
Write like thunder roars beside you,
And the heavens call you out.

Your pen is now a weapon,
Forged from sorrow, grief, and flame.
The echo of her laughter
Will never sound the same.

Let rhythm be your armor,
Let love be every strike.
She is the song that shields you
When the critics come to fight.

Do not fear the empty parchment,
Nor the silence in the night.
You were born to walk with phantoms—
You were made for this fight.

Your ink is sacred memory,
Your prose, a prayer once lost.
Yet her kiss revives your reason
No matter what the cost.

When silence grows too heavy,
And the fire dims to coal,
Remember—she is watching,
Still brave, still bright, still whole.

She knows the stars you buried
In caverns of your chest.
She blesses all your burdens
And calls your battles blessed.

So write as if you’re rising,
With her voice beneath your skin.
This story is your legacy—
Where her love is where you begin.

Let empires fall and perish,
Let gods and demons cry.
But write the kiss that made her weep
And whisper, “Not goodbye.”


Write of vows in starlit moments,
Write of hands that held through grief.
Let lovers vow by moonlight
Where dreams dance like falling leaf.

The world may never praise you,
But she will keep your flame.
She will guard your fragile verses
And etch them to her name.


So even if your voice trembles,
And your hopes begin to dim—
Write like her love rewrote the end.
Write like your soul is Him.

a man you could miss for two days straight,
wouldn’t miss you for a year

the jacket you left here still smells like cigarettes,
yet i'm wearing it because it makes me feel like i'm not alone

i'm waiting for us to fade to dust.
the both of us.
because this love cannot last forever.

I know how you like your coffee,
I know who you see,
I know what you order from me,

I hand out the paperwork and email the documents,
this isn't my first job,
I am confident in myself,

I know the names of your clients,
friends,
and your missus.

But I'm the mistress, the secret
secretariat

I see you're getting old, sitting there,
With youthful eyes, but graying hair;
But I recall the splash of tresses
Blending with the golden sands.
The time shows in your hands;
You don't hide the blemishes
That youthful pride concerned you with;
The thin lines of loosening skin
Are not what keep you in.
But I recall your winter porcelain,
And summer lines of worship;
Cherokee cheeks and Burmese neck,
Sun-dappled tops and blue jean dress,
The tennis smash and victory dance,
The on and off of our romance.
And in your memory, locked away,
You dance and sing and nurse your babies,
As if it were today.

I'm filled up w so much pain, everyday I'm driving myself insane, to you it's all a game but I never wanted to play, I just got ****** up in ways that i can't explain, days pass by and I wish I wasn't alive, I don't blame you my regret nights always start w I, I try to stop myself and try to be happy, try to locate a part of me that doesn't rely on you but it never happens, I need you by my side and I can't find the reason why I guess I'm just a sucker to when I was inlove, this feeling used to be awesome but now it all just *****, good luck to the next fool that falls, I hope they find the true one that won't break their heart, you like to make me jealous and play me like a doll bc you know for a fact I'm not strong enough to move on, you use that against me knowing I'll come back, if only I knew then what I know now man I would take it all back, I would've never met your ***, always down to the point where there's no return and when I thought you could change, I was a fool when will I ever learn? Learn this one fact though, here take a lesson this ones personal, don't let people walk all over you, stand up for yourself don't depend your happiness on someone bc they'll leave and you'll have nothing. Baby where'd you go? This isn't the girl I fell inlove w or we're you playing me since the first day we met. ****.

I don't want to talk, and I don't want to speak, Everything you have say,  well you could let that be, I'm not blind to see, where this will lead, to save to myself from further pain i have to leave, but before I go, we'll you should know,

I will always loveeee you.