He brings her flowers of her favorite kind,
Their colors whispering the dreams he holds inside.
He dreams of her each night,
In shadows where she dances out of sight.
He whispers her stories to the silent moon,
Seeking solace in its gentle, knowing tune.
He reaches out when she stumbles and falls,
Though she seems deaf to his silent calls.
He loves her with a love so right,
Yet she remains blind to his heartfelt plight.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: He loves her right but not in her sight......
- Category: Love
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There can be no doubt (from personal experience) that throughout life & love there is not always the awareness, the chemistry, or inclination to reciprocate affections .. but then, sometimes love is blind .. I enjoyed your poem today Meera .. Take Care, Neville
Thank you so much Neville for sharing your experience. I completely agree with that. Glad that you enjoyed it😊❤️
Beautiful work.
Thank Thomas W Case☺️
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