I like to write poems.
"Love’s not straight, it curves and sways, yet always leads us home someway." "Love’s not straight, it curves and sways, yet always leads us home someway."
"Love doesn’t follow the paths we expect—it finds us where we least search. A heartfelt poetic journ... "Love doesn’t follow the paths we expect—it finds us where we least search. A he...
Yet fate had hands that gently steered Yet fate had hands that gently steered
"What is meant will find a way—through time, distance, and fate. A poetic journey of love lost and f... "What is meant will find a way—through time, distance, and fate. A poetic journe...
"I chose the road that made no sense, twisted and wild—yet through the storm and rain, I found you w... "I chose the road that made no sense, twisted and wild—yet through the storm and...
In the quiet moments, where time slips away unnoticed, lies the true essence of life. Every forgotte... In the quiet moments, where time slips away unnoticed, lies the true essence of ...
Time is a gift, fleeting yet precious. Cherish each moment, for in every second, there’s wisdom to b... Time is a gift, fleeting yet precious. Cherish each moment, for in every second,...
The year draws near its whispered end, A fading echo, time to mend. With frosted breath, the h... The year draws near its whispered end, A fading echo, time to mend. With f...
Winter speaks in whispered frost, a lullaby of snow, and a silence that rests upon our hearts. Let t... Winter speaks in whispered frost, a lullaby of snow, and a silence that rests up...
A world without the hum of screens, No buzzing phones, no glowing beams. Where letters fly on ... A world without the hum of screens, No buzzing phones, no glowing beams. W...