This collection contains poems dedicated to someone whose image is forever imprinted in the heart, yet whose attention eludes. Every word here is an echo of unspoken feelings and unfulfilled hopes. This is an ode to pure but unrequited love, which dwells in the shadow of another's happiness, not daring to emerge into the light. The lines are filled with longing for a touch, a glance, a smile that will never belong to the author. We invite you to immerse yourself in a world of tenderness and sadness, where love remains unrequited, but not voiceless.<\/p>\n
\nYour light streams, I stand in the shadows, My love, like an echo, dies away. You will not know how much I love you, And my heart again breaks off hope. Your smile is the sun for others, I only got rays from behind the clouds. Among paths, tangled and shaky, You are an unattainable ray for me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEcho of Tender Words<\/h2>\n
\nI collected words I didn't say, a bouquet of phrases that were never given. You walked forward, and I waited in silence, my path illuminated by unrequited love. In your eyes, I saw only a world where I am not, where I am only an uninvited guest. The abandoned dotted line of my soul, and the cry of my heart that seems deceitful. You will not hear how my soul sings, that you are my brightest dream. I move forward, breathing hope, but I know: this path is doomed.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThrough the Prism of Silence<\/h2>\n
\nI watch you from afar, through the prism of days, through the veil of silence. My love is an invisible river that flows into a sea of disappointment. You will not notice my gaze, preoccupied with the world, bright and free. And I keep only one thing in my soul - your image, which has become so dear to me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Cold of Your Laughter<\/h2>\n
\nYour laughter flies like a flock of white birds, filling the space with joy. For me, only the shadow of their fluttering eyelashes, and the pain of my heart that has become constant. You speak of happiness, of dreams, I listen, hiding the trembling in my palms. My love\u2014on these shores\u2014frozen like ice in cold bodies of water. And though you are near, you are so far away, an abyss between us that cannot be crossed. My hand will never meet yours, and I have no other path.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDream Fragments<\/h2>\n
\nMy dream shattered into pieces when you told me "we're friends." Now there's only pain and dead ends in my soul, and I know there's no such thing as "you and me." I carefully preserve the fragments of my feelings like the memory of a lost dawn. I love you, I value only you, but there's no love in this world.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nIn the Inaccessible Heights<\/h2>\n
\nYou're like a bird in the blue sky, floating above the world, light and free. And I stand on this earthly shore, my love an involuntary longing. Your voice is a whisper of the wind, not meant to be heard, your gaze is a star shining from behind the clouds. And this connection is just a ghostly fly, beating against the glass, unable to find its ray. I know I can't reach the stars, that I can't embrace you. And this world, so sweet and so complex, won't allow me to experience happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nShadow in Your Garden<\/h2>\n
\nI am a shadow in your lush, blooming garden, Among flowers so bright and beautiful. My steps leave no trace, My words are silent and in vain. You won't notice how I disappear, Dissolving into the morning dew without a trace. Only in the depths of my soul do I know That this love is eternal and harmless.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLetters Without Address<\/h2>\n
\nI write letters I don't send you, words of love you won't read. About our secret, unrealized destiny, about how you don't even know about it. My dreams, like clouds, float by, changing shapes, but always about you. They swear eternal fidelity to me, and carry pain in my empty plea. Let these lines be only for sleep, for those moments when I am alone. My love, like a cup of wine, is bitter, but I drink it despite the tears.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMy Invisible Path<\/h2>\n
\nMy path lies with yours, but parallel. We walk side by side, but we never meet. My love shines boundlessly, But for you it is only a dark sign. I see happiness in every gesture, every word, That you give to the world without me. And my heart beats in this tender fate, Blazing like the fire of an autumn campfire.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nGhost of Your Eyes<\/h2>\n
\nYour eyes are like two bottomless seas, reflecting another's dawn. And I stand on the shore, not arguing, not seeking an answer to my question. Your image is a ghost that is always with me, whispering a name, but it is not mine. And this pain that I will not hide within myself, was apparently given to me from above, from birth. You will not know of my suffering, of how I thirst for your warmth. My love is only a secret expectation, and it was always destined to be unlucky.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nJust a Sigh in the Wind<\/h2>\n
\nMy love is just a sigh on a light wind, That will pass by without touching. I know that I will not find you, And in this world I will remain alone. Your world is filled with light, a clear day, Mine is gloom, where only your shadow flickers. And all my dreams are only about one thing: That one day you will realize something.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nForgotten Melody<\/h2>\n
\nMy love is a forgotten melody, unsung, unheard. It contains so much pain, tenderness, ugliness, that my heart is still pierced by it. You pass by, light, thoughtless, unaware of the song within your chest. My melancholy, so unrelenting, greets each new day with pain. And I sing it only for myself, so as not to forget how much I loved. It flows, finding no stream, and every sound only promises me pain.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nIn the Ring of Solitude<\/h2>\n
\nI stand in a circle of loneliness, Where you are a mirage, beautiful, inaccessible. I carefully melt my love, Like a treasure, forgotten, of no use to anyone. You will not know of my sorrow, That my heart beats only for you. And even though everyone around me shouts joyfully, My world is covered in melancholy and fate.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThrough the Glass of Separation<\/h2>\n
\nI see the world through thin glass, Where you laugh, where you're happy. My soul feels light from this, But also hurts, so orphaned. Your steps are light as butterflies, You flutter, knowing no bounds. And I catch only glimpses of melancholy, Trying to catch happiness in the air. And even if the glass divides us forever, I will see you blossom. My love is not the one that says "yes," But the one that dies silently.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEternal Wanderer of the Heart<\/h2>\n
\nMy heart is a wanderer that comes to you, Along the paths of dreams, along ghostly roads. My love is a star in someone else's destiny, That shines into the distance, without becoming an outcome. I will wait forever, without losing hope, Even though I know the answer will not be given. You are the one I adore forever, And the one who will never have me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"This collection contains poems dedicated to the one whose image is forever imprinted in the heart, but whose attention eludes. Every word here<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1331","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1331"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173847,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331\/revisions\/173847"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}