Who are you?
How are you my deepest muse,
and is your essence in the shadows, a path I really choose?
What is this feeling that pulls at my core,
A haunting connection I cannot ignore?
Who are you?
How can I know you, yet truly never understand,
This bond that ties us...this invisible strand?
Like a faint breath on my neck, your presence I feel,
Yet grasping your existence remains surreal.
Who are you?
In my dreams, you appear as the bearer of light.
Just a spec of your soul guides the darkness of the night.
As soon as my eyes open, I have only questions- a longing for more,
I see you, but itās only a fogged image of the vivid dream I remembered just before.
Who are you?
In the depths of this mystery of love, I feel its bittersweet grace,
The reality- I may never behold your true face,
Each heartbeat, each whisper, each longing, each tear,
Constantly dangles the idea that your touch is near.
Who are you?
To let go of this feeling is to lose what Iāve come to hold dear,
Yet clinging brings pain, a weight that for so long Iāve already bared.
Is love, then, a paradox wrapped in hope followed by the deepest sigh?
A journey that teaches to let go of control...learning to trustā¦to fly?
Who are you?
Truly? A question unbound,
A riddle to solve; a veiled truth to be found?
I may never know, but in the spaces between,
Lies this beauty of love Iāve never experiencedāboth felt and unseen.
Iāll cherish this journey, no matter what it brings,
For in loving the illusion, it taught my heart to sing.
-WHO ARE YOU? š²š«
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