My heart's true flame

She is the one for whom my pen does write,

The muse that inspires my every verse.

With seven letters in our names, a sign,

That we were meant to be, just me and her.

She is my angel, sent from up above,

Her beauty takes my breath away each day.

With top-level features, she's a work of art,

Like a princess in a fairytale, she'll stay.

I listen to our best conversations,

The laughter echoes in my soul, so sweet.

But now I'm dying here alone, it seems,

Can't see her, can't sit together, can't meet.

My tears are rolling down, she can't see,

The pain within me, it's too much to bear.

I can't bear her absence anymore,

My love for her is more than I can share.

I wish that one day she'll realize,

How boundlessly I love her, it's true.

That all my literature is written for,

This woman, who I'll always love anew.

But until that day, my heart is filled,

With pain and longing, day and night.

I'll keep writing, hoping she'll be thrilled,

And one day, everything will be right.

I'll wait for the day we'll walk side by side,

Sit together, and talk for hours on end.

Until then, my love for her will abide,

And I'll be waiting for her until the end.

I'll hold on to our memories, so dear,

And listen to her laughter in my mind.

Though I am dying here alone, my dear,

My love for her will forever bind.

I'll keep writing, hoping she'll read,

And realize how much she means to me.

That my love for her will always be,

As boundless as the deep blue sea.

So I'll write on, my love for her afire,

And hope that one day she'll feel the same.

Until then, my heart will never tire,

Of loving her, my heart's true flame.