Beneath the moonlight’s steady glow,
I linger where the night winds sing.
You pass through lanterns’ golden flow,
Unknowing of the one who walks with winter.
Your laughter warms the evening air,
Yet here I stand—unseen, unseen.
Like shadows stitched on gravel there,
A heart long worn, yet still unseen.
No longer do I draw human breath,
Nor know love’s bloom nor death’s cruel sting.
Yet when the dusk descends in red,
Even the cursed still softly swing.
You speak of sunlight, summer skies,
But in your gaze, so cold, so deep,
I drown—unseen, unknown, unwise.
You do not know what stirs inside,
What thirst I crave, what wants to rise.
I dare not claim you as my own,
Nor cross the frail line of your grace.
So I remain where shadows groan,
A silent heart’s valentine in place.
— from me to her.
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