“I could surrender to cynicism—but I choose to love louder.” —Elowen
In the quietude of contemplation, I ponder your words—
those that paint the world in static hues,
love as a mere illusion.
Yet, as tears trace my cheeks,
I stand defiant against such a notion.
My heart yearns to declare a love
that eclipses the very air I breathe.
I aspire to transform the world with a mere smile,
bestowed upon one who understands its worth.
I long for the tender continuity of kisses
shared with the one who finds solace in my embrace
after the day’s toil.
I could surrender to cynicism,
but as I tuck my children into dreams,
I witness a future rich with laughter and joy—
a tapestry of life’s sweetest moments and tender sorrows.
Yes, shadows may fall,
but they are outshone by the brilliance of rainbows
and the delicate flutter of butterflies,
not solely the flicker of fireflies.
Reflecting on your fears,
I see them not as my own.
Your trepidation will not become my reality.
I am unafraid;
your apprehensions will not dim my spirit.
@notesformysoulmate
This piece is protected—not to guard the hope, but to honor the one who dared to hold it anyway.
Elowen stands here—eyes open, heart unarmored, love unyielding.
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