Your Poetry Speaks to the Secret Longings of My Heart

I love reading your poetry. I can read between the lines too.

But I’m afraid …of having my heart broken again.

Yet, I cannot ignore the depth of the feelings in your words. They caress me like a moonbeam and invoke a powerful yearning in me.

Why do you call to me so?

And what happens if it’s mutual? Would you fly to me then?

To slow dance under star-strewn skies?

Would you let me kiss the tips of those magical fingers from whence these fervent pleas, lucid dreams, and passionate yearning burst forth spilling the ink on white pages? Staining the silk sheets midnight blue as skin eagerly meets skin striving for a much-awaited release.

You’ve slowly but steadily written your way into my heart…

And now, I will forever be your songbird, my poet, my destiny.

💕Yana💕