A Thousand Poems to Dedicate

Whispered words on a quiet breeze,

A thousand poems carried by the leaves.

Each one a promise, each one a plea,

Waiting for you to see.

In the ink of dawn, I start to write,

Verses floating into the night.

A hundred dreams, a dozen fears,

Hidden in the lines, lined with tears.

Every line a heartbeat, every rhyme a soul,

A secret story that I long to tell.

A symphony of sentiments, a garden in bloom,

Waiting for your eyes to consume.

I've got a thousand poems to dedicate,

A universe of words to navigate.

From my heart to yours, across the span,

Letters of love, poems of man.

Stamped with hope and soaked in rain,

Echoes of joy and traces of pain.

Each stanza a mirror, a whisper, a cry,

Echoes of love reaching to the sky.

Every word a treasure, a promise kept,

In the vault of my soul where secrets slept.

Writing to you, in the language of time,

In every rhyme, a reason, a sign.

I've got a thousand poems to dedicate,

A universe of words to navigate.

From my heart to yours, across the span,

Letters of love, poems of man.

So hold these words, let them be your light,

Guiding you softly through the night.

A thousand poems, just for you,

A song of love, pure and true.

Whispered words on a quiet breeze,

A thousand poems carried by the leaves.

Waiting here, just to see,

Your heart receive the poetry.