Month: August 2025

Heart Melts

August 28, 2025

You will be my love,
Forever, I know,
I’ll be your man,
With every breath, I’ll grow.

Love is like a storm,
A tempest wild and free,
In its winds, we are lost,
But still, you’re here with me.

The world may bend and break,
But in your arms, I stand,
You are my heart’s home,
The world’s a distant land.

With every glance, I fall,
In ways I can’t explain,
You’ve woven dreams in me,
Like sunshine after rain.

The heart is but a traveler,
And you, its guiding light,
In your eyes, I find my path,
In your love, my flight.

So, let the world be heavy,
Let the storm clouds rise,
With you, I am unbroken,
In love’s eternal skies.

You will be my love,
Forever, I know,
And I’ll be your man,
With every moment, I’ll show.

In your love, I find my peace,
In your touch, my soul,
Together, we’ll chase forever,
In a love so fierce, so strong…..

I will remember the kisses

August 20, 2025

I will remember the kisses,
our lips raw with love,
the way your breath
tangled with mine
like smoke that refused to rise.

I will remember
how you gave me everything—
the unguarded laughter,
the sudden silences,
the trembling hand
that reached for me
when the night was too heavy.

And I will remember
how I had little left to give,
only the fragments of myself,
a handful of broken hours,
the faint glow of a heart
still beating but tired.

Yet you took them,
gently, without judgment,
as though even my ruins
were worth holding.

And in that moment,
I was not the wreck I feared,
but someone who could still
be loved,
someone who could still
belong.

August 10, 2025

It is sad and painful to hear and to know that this is how we parted from our hearts. And all the best. May I remain to remember the early moments that we are going through and I will never forget to hear your glory and feel the heartache. We will never be forgotten.

 

I wander through the streets at dusk,
Where twilight blends with evening’s hush.
Faint scents and distant voices call,
They whisper memories of you — I feel them all.

An old man sits alone and sighs,
I asked him what clouds his weary eyes.
He said she left without goodbye,
Vanished like a fleeting sky,
And since, his heart’s been aching, dry.

The sea breeze softly strokes the shore,
But nothing helps me anymore.
No tavern lights, no laughter’s call,
If you’re not mine — I have it all.

Last night I drank a little too deep,
And morning rose before my sleep.
I roam the alleys, searching still,
For fragments of a fleeting thrill.
A man plays songs with open hands,
Old melodies through quiet lands.
They say that time will heal the eyes,
But some wounds live where memory lies.