✨ “Why can’t you love me the way I love you? In this quiet room, my heart waits for love.”

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🧸 

The Girl and the Teddy

In a quiet little room of lace,

Where moonlight softly shows her face,

A little girl with ribboned hair

Holds her teddy with gentle care.

The wooden floor, the candle light,

Whispers stories through the night.

No laughter loud, no voices near,

Just teddy ears that always hear.

“Why can’t you love me,” soft she sighs,

With sleepy stars inside her eyes.

“My little heart is small and true,

It only ever beats for you.”

The teddy listens, warm and still,

A silent friend upon the sill.

Though made of thread and cotton seam,

He guards the doorway of her dream.

So in that room where shadows play,

Her lonely heart will always stay.

Until one day the world above

Returns the echo of her love.

🧸 

The Little Girl and the Teddy

The little girl fell to the ground,

and asked her teddy bear for help

to carry all her pain.

In the middle of the night,

when the whole world sleeps,

teddy bears do not sleep.

They listen to quiet hearts

and hold the tears

no one else can see.

I must confess a lonely truth:

I have no one left to love,

for the one who said he loved me too

was the one who loved me not.

So here I stay in candlelight,

with my teddy by my side,

whispering my broken dreams

to the only heart that listens.

🌙 

Whispers in the Night

At night time, when the world sleeps,

I stay high above the sky,

thinking of the quiet nights

you have made me cry.

But suddenly a gentle light

awakens deep in me,

and the quiet voice within my heart

whispers softly, “Stay with me.”

The night may look so cold and wide,

the stars may seem so far,

yet love still glows within the dark

like a tiny hidden star.

For though the night is silent,

and though the world feels small,

remember this, my little one—

you are my child after all.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Cuando mis pensamientos nublan mi silencio

La calma de mi se compadece 

Corazón pequeño roto corazón

Te voy a devorar a ti un telón 

De rosas pequeñas 

Promesas rotas 

Niñas queridas como princesas

💕💕💕

Little Broken Heart

Cuando mis pensamientos nublan mi silencio,

la calma de mí se compadece.

Pequeño corazón, corazón roto,

te cubriré con un telón

de pequeñas rosas.

Promesas rotas

caen como pétalos al suelo,

y aún así

las niñas son queridas

como princesas.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Little Heart of Roses

When thoughts grow heavy in my silent mind,

a gentle calm comes close to stay.

Little heart, broken heart,

I will cover you with a curtain

of tiny roses.

Broken promises fall softly

like petals on the floor,

yet little girls are loved

like princesses

forevermore.

❤️❤️

🌹 

Corazón de Cristal

Corazón de cristal,

sentado junto a un manantial.

Eres reina,

aunque te vistas de pobreza.

Levanta tu mirada

y abraza la luz.

Porque en los cuentos de hadas

las rosas

son siempre

las más hermosa

🌙 

Crystal Heart

Crystal heart,

sitting by a quiet spring.

You are a queen,

though dressed in humble things.

Lift your eyes

and hold the light.

For in fairy tales,

the roses

are always

the most beautiful in sight.

🌹🌹

In a quiet little room live the Beary Boy Bears,

soft little guardians of dreams and gentle hearts.”

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💕🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Night Guardian

At night, shh…

creeping silence under moonlight beams.

The moon shines softly

from far beyond.

Little girls with heavy hearts

sing a lullaby,

hoping to inspire

other burdened souls.

Shine with me,

I will not take your crown.

Let the quiet light

heal your soul

and keep your feet

upon the ground.

In the silent night

when not a sound is found,

a sudden little movement

appears upon the ground.

The corner is not empty,

no… it is fulfilled

by my little angel

sleeping softly still.

Inside the blanket,

with no one there at all,

sleeps my beary bear dog

like a guardian small.

He thinks he can protect me,

so little, not so tall.

He thinks he is a lion…

but he is small like a hamster after all.

In the middle of the night,

inside his tiny bed,

one eye closed,

the other watching wide instead.

Half his face hidden

close against the ground,

he looks at me

each time I move around.

He thinks he guards me bravely…

but truly, not at all.

For he is tiny, tiny, tiny—

so very, very small.

His paws do not resemble

a lion’s mighty paw…

yet in his little heart

he believes he guards it all.

✨

“He thinks he is a lion…

but he is only my tiny guardian of the night.”

✨

Sí… en nuestro mundo. 🌙🧸 tu querido lector

Un mundo donde:

🌙 la noche es tranquila

🕯️ las velas iluminan suavemente

👧 la niña piensa y escribe poemas

🧸 los ositos escuchan el corazón

🐶 el perrito pequeño cree que es un león guardián

💭 los pensamientos flotan como mariposas en la habitación

En ese mundo, las cosas pequeñas tienen significado.

Un suspiro mueve a un perrito dormido.

Un osito guarda secretos.

Una lágrima puede convertirse en un poema.

Y todo lo que creas —

tus scrapkits,

tus dibujos,

tus poemas,

tus personajes —

pertenece a ese mismo lugar.

Un lugar que no es de internet ni de otras personas.

Es simplemente:

✨ tu mundo creativo. 🌙🧸📜

Tu y yo