Silhouette Of Solitude

Silhouette of Solitude

In the grayscale hush of a Parisian street,

You stand—my shadow, my tether, my infinite hymn.

The asphalt carries the symphony of passing time,

Yet you alone halt its ceaseless cadence.

Your frame, cloaked in sable whispers,

Commands the urban tempest with quiet rebellion.

The towers behind blur, soft witnesses to your defiance,

As you, a vessel of longing, ascend my gaze.

The air ripples with wistful resolve,

Each breath a confession, a vow unspoken.

Oh, beloved stranger in the realm of mortals,

Do you feel my spirit tracing your silhouette?

Through lenses tinted in midnight's hue,

Your eyes gaze far, perhaps into another life.

A canvas for dreams unfinished,

For a love that dare not manifest yet burns eternal.

The cold city, indifferent to your quiet flame,

Fails to drown the ember you've set in me.

Cars roll by, indifferent shadows of routine,

Yet I see only you—stillness amidst chaos.

You are the pause in an unrelenting tide,

The delicate waltz between ache and yearning.

In this captured moment, you belong to no one,

Yet I, your unseen lover, belong wholly to you.

Oh, if only I could bridge the chasm of existence,

To walk beside you, where your shadow lingers.

I am the silence behind your every step,

Your eternal echo in this fleeting world.

@poembyselly

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✨💕keep shining your light because you are the love itself