The Poison of Love
I walked within a garden’s grace,
Where roses bloomed in soft embrace.
Orchids whispered scents so sweet,
Your gentle smile made life complete.
Alone within a silent space,
Your face appeared—a fleeting trace.
By day, by night, you filled my mind,
A rarest echo, hard to find.
I cast my words like frozen glass,
That barely broke the quiet mass.
Your voice—a current, soft and deep,
Unraveled what I’d sworn to keep.
Entwined within a tangled thread,
No sound escaped what went unsaid.
You sought the truths I could not show—
Yet in the dark, I wished to go.
From secrets kept and shadows drawn,
Only we know what’s gone beyond.
Within the hush, our bond remains—
A silent pulse that still sustains.
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Author’s Note:
Not all love stories are spoken aloud. “The Poison of Love” is a reflection of what lingers in silence—words unsaid, truths half-buried, and emotions too fragile to name. Beneath the beauty, something darker breathes. This piece invites the reader to look beyond what’s visible… and question what love becomes when silence speaks louder than words.
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