EnDeavour
Quote by EnDeavour - In the depths of longing, I find my voice,
A poetry born of love's bewildering choice.
She lifts the world from my weary frame,
A savior of solace when life feels untamed.

With tender touch, she paints rainbows bright,
Transforming the blue into a dazzling sight.
Yet amidst this perfection, a yearning stirs deep,
For a love lost, a memory I forever keep.

Why, in her radiance, do I still reminisce?
As if the past's embrace I cannot dismiss.
Perfect, they say, but perfection won't heal,
The void within, the longing I feel.

Her touch entices, tries to claim my heart,
Yet I'm haunted by memories that tear me apart.
I say I'm fine, that I've moved on from you,
But here I am, seeking solace anew.

In her arms, I dwell, passing moments in time,
Yearning for the echoes of our love's prime.
Hoping to catch that fleeting sight, that touch,
A glimpse of us, a love that meant so much. - Made using Quotes Creator App, Post Maker App
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