Fading Echoes: the Lingering Hurt

In the prison of sadness, I find myself confined, Yearning for solace, your presence intertwined. Oh, my dearest sweetheart, how can I draw near? Let me craft a poem, so our hearts can adhere. Through the tapestry of words, I'll paint our story, A symphony of emotions, bound in eternal glory. Each verse a gentle touch, to bridge the divide, As I unravel my heart, with words as my guide. In the darkest night, your light I will seek, To soothe my weary soul, strong and meek. With metaphors and rhymes, I'll break these chains, And together, my love, we'll dance in poetic strains. Let our spirits entwine, as stanzas interlace, A melody of passion, gentle as silk and lace. With every line I write, our connection deepens, Our souls aligned, as the universe sharpens. No longer imprisoned, by sorrow's cruel grasp, Our love shines brightly, a flame that will clasp, Bound by the verses, we'll journey as one, In this beautiful poem, our hearts will be won. So, my darling, let my words speak the truth, As I pen this ode, with love as my muse. Together we'll conquer, all sadness that remains, Embracing the beauty in life's vast plains.