February 10th, 2024

My nightingale

As if some mythical force guided thee just in time to save me from this lovesick heart.

Sometimes, my restless soul would wake up in the late hours to roam the garden in which you and I once had our first kiss.

Cold? Thy once asked; while indeed so, being near the roses thy once sowed for me always makes me feel as if bathing in your nostalgic essence.

Where are you now, my love, that my heart hasn’t led eyes on yours? Do you miss my lips as I do yours when apart? Is there a thought that

reminds you of me in the early morning? Does your bed feel as cold as mine when apart?

My mind ponders on when thy return to my arms, thy home.

Thou sweet evening melodies are a sign that you’re near.

While not clear yet, my heart knows of thy return before long on a crisp night.

Wishing you here…

Always and forever

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