By Vishal Singh

In the realm where shadows play,
Where hearts converse,
though far away,
She feels his presence, warm and near,
In whispered words she holds so dear.
Their voices weave a gentle dance,
A tender touch in every glance,
Though eyes have never met the sight,
Their souls entwine in boundless light.
Each conversation, pure and deep,
Leaves echoes in her heart to keep,
A love that blooms without a face,
In secret dreams, a sacred space.
Her pulse quickens with every word,
In silent moments, love is stirred,
She feels his spirit, strong and kind,
A touch that lingers on her mind.
Yet reason's whispers, soft and cold,
Remind her of the truths they've told,
That they, like stars in distant skies,
Can only meet in love’s disguise.
She knows the path they cannot tread,
A future where their hearts are led,
By fate’s cruel hand, they're kept apart,
Yet still she loves with all her heart.
In dreams, they walk through fields of gold,
Hand in hand, their stories told,
A love so bright, it lights the night,
In realms unseen, it takes its flight.
Though delusions cloud her sight, She finds her solace in the night,
Where love transcends the bounds of real, In whispered words, her
heart can heal.
For in her heart, she keeps a place, Where love exists beyond the
space, Of sight and touch, of time and fate, A love that neither can
negate.
She cherishes each fleeting sound, In every echo, love is found,
Though they may never share a day, Their souls, in love, will
always stay.
By Vishal Singh
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