When distance separates two loving hearts, words become a bridge between two souls. This collection of twenty prose poems is a heartfelt declaration of love to the man you can't embrace, but can feel in every heartbeat. Each miniature is imbued with longing, hope, and the belief that distance is temporary, but feelings are eternal.<\/p>\n
\nKilometers stretch between us like a taut string. But I hear the sound of your voice\u2014it resounds within me, Where distance has no power, where your love lives In the warmest corners of my heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nNight stars<\/h2>\n
\nWhen night falls on my city, I look up at the sky and think that somewhere under this same canvas of stars you are. And we look at the same stars, growing closer to each other in the silent beauty of the night.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLetters into the void<\/h2>\n
\nI write to you on the phone, in messengers, in the air, where every word flies with me across thousands of kilometers. These letters are my confessions, my nightly hopes, my prayers addressed only to you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe taste of trust<\/h2>\n
\nI believe in you the way little children believe in miracles. This faith is sweeter than any kiss, it envelops me in a warm blanket of peace amid the night's doubts. You are my anchor, even if there are two oceans between us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWaiting as an art<\/h2>\n
\nI learned to wait like an artist paints a picture\u2014with patience, hope, and love in every stroke. Every day brings me closer to you, and this waiting has become the meaning of my existence.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEcho of a voice<\/h2>\n
\nYour voice echoes in my ears like a gentle echo. I close my eyes and feel you close to me, your words enveloping my body with warmth. Distance disappears when I hear your name.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTime Zone of Love<\/h2>\n
\nWhen it's your day, I look at the moon and remember that somewhere the sun caresses your face. When it's my night, I know that you wake up to a new day, and that comforts my heart that never sleeps.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA shadow next to you<\/h2>\n
\nI want to be your shadow\u2014faithful, inseparable, ever-present. Even if I can't see you, I feel your silhouette beside me, in life's most unexpected moments. You are my invisible companion on all journeys.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nHeartbeat in one rhythm<\/h2>\n
\nI believe our hearts beat in the same rhythm, despite the kilometers that separate them. The synchronized pulsation of feelings is our secret connection, which science cannot explain, but love understands.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA Bridge of Words<\/h2>\n
\nWith words, I build a bridge between us\u2014strong, beautiful, unbreakable. Every word is a brick, every feeling is cement. And when you read my messages, you walk across this bridge straight into my soul, where you are always welcome.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMeeting of the Spirits<\/h2>\n
\nOur spirits meet in some unknown point in space, where the physical is irrelevant, where only essences remain. There we embrace completely, there are no distances, there our true, unearthly love resides.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBreakfast with Hope<\/h2>\n
\nEvery morning I wake up with the thought of you on my lips. It's the best breakfast\u2014hot coffee and the memory of your touch. I'm grateful to have someone in my life who makes waking up worth it, even if that waking up happens to an empty bed.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCollection of Evenings<\/h2>\n
\nI collect evenings with you like precious stones. Every video call, every conversation, every silence beside you\u2014it's a treasure I store in the chest of my heart. One day, this collection will become a priceless relic of our love.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTattoo on the soul<\/h2>\n
\nYou are etched into my memory like a tattoo on my skin. Every feature of your face, every word, every gesture\u2014it is an indelible design that beautifies and wounds at the same time. I would not want to remove this mark, even if I could.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nOur clouds<\/h2>\n
\nWhen I look at the clouds, I see your face in their contours. These castles in the air are our shared space, where there are no boundaries. We fly together above the clouds, leaving a trail of love in the sky, visible only to the two of us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAlchemy of Time<\/h2>\n
\nDistance is just time, turning feelings into gold. Every day without you is a test, making our love purer and more precious. I'm ready to wait as long as it takes to turn this pain into the most beautiful story ever told.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe smell of memory<\/h2>\n
\nI remember the scent of your skin the way one remembers a prayer in difficult times. Sometimes the wind brings me an echo of that scent, and my heart stops with pain and joy at the same time. It is the most beautiful memory I carry with me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTestament of the Heart<\/h2>\n
\nI bequeath to you my entire heart, with all its cracks and bruises. It may be far from you physically, but it is entirely yours. Every beat is my name spoken with your voice. This will requires no signatures or seals; it stands forever.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSpiral of Destiny<\/h2>\n
\nI believe in the spiral of fate, which spins us around a common center. We may be far apart now, but the spiral continues to spin, bringing us closer with each turn. Patience is the final turn before we meet.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEternity in a moment<\/h2>\n
\nEvery glance, every word you say is an eternity compressed into a single moment. I've learned to see infinity in the finite distance between us. You are my sunrise, my sunset, my midday and midnight all at once. And when we finally meet, it will not be the end, but the beginning of eternity.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"When distance separates loving hearts, words become a bridge between two souls. This collection of twenty prose poems is a sincere<\/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-1666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666","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=1666"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":175289,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666\/revisions\/175289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}