Limerence

From silent ruins, hidden grace awakes,
A song of liberty sets the feelings stray,
The world's reborn, an inner spark remakes,
A crisis wherein the wounded heart is gay.

No meaning yet, though fleeting hint appears,
As nature speaks in every cloud and wind,
The dark now sweeps the lonely, quite fears,
To the blessed one, bright beauties are pinned.

The trees seem greener by the pale star's light,
The flowers bend their heads as you pass by,
And sleepless nights are filled with dreams of flight,
To search for the one across the endless sky.

How long this fever lasts, I know not when,
It matters not; I'll live, adore, and pen.

7/16/2025