Braiding Strands of Love

Braiding Strands of Love

When I was nine, a little child,

I’d sit and gaze at stars so wild—

The sky, so black with dots of light,

And shooting stars that danced at night,

As if they traveled through the air,

In time and space without a care…

While deep inside, I felt the chill,

An emptiness I couldn’t fill.

With playful eyes, I’d scan the skies,

Dreaming of love and lullabies—

A prince, so brave, would come someday,

To sweep my lonely tears away.

I longed for warmth, a family,

A hidden love to set me free.

I searched as if beneath the sea,

Inside the depths of solitude in me.

I ran through fields of innocence,

Where sorrow danced in soft silence.

I thought love’s whisper would appear

Inside a kiss that dried each tear.

But now the princess stands dismayed—

What happened to the dreams she made?

Her eyes, so dim and cast below,

A white rose trembling, pure as snow.

She sighs, enchanted and alone,

Among the thorns her soul has grown.

A wanderer through skies of gray,

Where even heaven fades away.

Forgotten, fading in a tune

That vanished with the dying moon.

Inside, a silence starts to scream—

A broken heart that lost its dream.

I waited long for love to save,

But learned I must be strong and brave.

To gather all the shattered parts,

And stitch together all my scars.

Those empty vows dissolved like smoke—

Illusions lost in words we spoke.

One day, I looked into the glass,

No longer mourning what had passed.

I saw a warrior rise and stand—

The voice was mine, so bold and grand:

“Love yourself, my dear, at last.”

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