Verse of a poem
Adorned with synonyms of love
Left on a piece of paper.
Emotions carved into the words or a
Nest woven with the silk of your dreams.
Tale of my tethered troubled heart
Inked with colors of your name.
Numb this endless pain of emptiness and
End it if you still smell the
Scent of my dying soul by writing our
Destiny in between those stars
Across the sky made for
You and me, my love?
A phenomenally done acrostic poem.
The passion of love and poetry is very much alive within the lines of your poem even if the relationship portrayed here might have seen some dying embers to a previously lit flame, and it grabs me as a reader because of its slow and romantically hopeful pace. I, especially, love the way the poem has been concluded: with a question of hope.