"Her Love" is not the love she received—it’s the love she gave, even when it wasn’t returned. These poems trace the journey of a heart that stayed soft through the storm, that learned to bloom in the absence of being watered. It's a collection about strength, surrender, and the kind of love life teaches the hard way.
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I wore a name once—like a threadbare coat in winter,stitched by hands that never stayed.
And love, this heart chants his name,a murmured hymn threading the vast cathedral of stars,its resonance circling the celestial spheres—a cosmic echo cradled in the marrow of me.
The way he assures the world in me—I never doubted.Not once.Not even in the silencebetween our breaths.
You loved in full color—like spring spilling over the edges,like sunsets that bled into starlight,like hope that never asked to be returned.
Let those shiny things excite you,but the world won’t feel it.Still, I wanted —someone there to carry the weight,but the world won’t allow it.
Hey, Dear Souls!
Introductionthe stars i counted in these sleepless nights reached the limit above love—these words are born out then.
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