Poem: The Anthem of Lovers

You are the rose that blooms within my heart,
Reviving hope and easing all my pain.

You dwell in me, from me you’ll never part,
You are my peace, my joy, my sweetest chain.

Your eyes, like mirrors of the boundless skies,
Shine with a glow more pure than diamond’s gleam.

I wandered seas of beauty, seeking ties,
Until your love fulfilled my every dream.

I shed my tears of love on letters sent,
To moonlit skies, where silent longing grew.

The gentle moon returned with sweet consent,
“Your love shall rise again,” it softly knew.

Love is a flame that melts the frozen soul,
Yet sweet — the pain it gives, the scars it makes.

What harm to hearts that burn to be made whole?
Love’s pain creates the dawn that never breaks.

You are the breath of morning in my chest,
The scent that brings forgotten joy anew.

A whisper soft as winds that once caressed
The silver bells where dreams like music flew.

I loved in you all that I’d never known,
About my soul, before your eyes were mine.

I thought your being was my very own,
And life without you — death, by slow decline.

You live within my veins, as ink and fire,
The blood of poems, pulse of my desire.

How could the stars still shine if you depart?
How could my soul find rest when you’re away?

I never knew that love would be my art,
Until my heart surrendered to your sway.

I stand within love’s sea, in silence bound,
By passion’s chains, by longing’s endless sound.

O night! Your shadow brings her image near,
And floods my heart with beauty and with fear.

I yearn in silence, though I know the cost —
A lover crying for the love he’s lost.

I hide my passion deep within my chest,
Lest people see my heart and mock my quest.

Yet still I dream of you in every place,
Your face the moonlight of my lonely space.

Sweet memory calls with gentle, fleeting tone,
Of times when love was ours — and ours alone.

I drank from passion’s cup, a sacred wine,
That made my sorrow sing and pain divine.

O could there be a path that leads to you,
So clear, so straight, so free from all disguise?

But love’s a road of thorns that pierce anew,
Yet still we walk it, foolish but so wise.

I saw in love a message carved in flame,
Upon the heart’s cold wall, it wrote your name.

Its sighs became the perfume of the air,
Reviving hearts that once forgot to care.

I loved the silence when your eyes would speak,
A speech more soft than any words could seek.

I dwelled within each letter that you spoke,
Each sound a spark that through my longing broke.

Ask not if I could love another’s light —
For you are breath, and all my soul’s delight.

You are my poem’s birth and its release,
I am the story love will never cease.

O flower of days, O star of endless night,
O hope that shines beyond my mortal sight.

I swear my love shall live in secret flame,
Hidden, but faithful, constant in your name.

Deny me not — my tears are proof and plea,
For truth in love is all I wish to be.

Between my heart and yours a language flows,
That only lovers and the angels know.

You dwell in verses like a dream’s soft tone,
A child’s pure vision, tender and alone.

Love is the birth of poems when they rise,
The soul’s own flower under yearning skies.

If you are gone, my song will cease to live,
My lips grow cold, with nothing left to give.

Yet I accept the pain, for love’s true way
Is built from tears that cleanse what words can’t say.

O source of feeling, I’m a poet bare,
Who knows no rhythm when you’re not there.

Without your eyes, my poems lose their flame,
Their soul, their rhythm, and their name.

For every letterorn