PROSE POETRY
The Symphony of Her
A Love Letter to the Universe in Her
I stand before you, utterly captivated as if I’ve stumbled upon the very essence of nature — its mountains and plains, all embodied in you. Your heart is a wellspring of emotions, a lexicon of love that dictionaries have yet to define, a labyrinth of jealousy with no exits.
Your heart is a theater of contradictions — delicate yet stubborn, a blend of winter’s chill and spring’s renewal, summer’s warmth and autumn’s introspection. It’s as if all seasons have found a home within you, a sanctuary where they coexist in harmonious disarray.
Your soul, my love, is an angel in disguise. It claims me with a possessive love, a selfish curiosity that’s both endearing and overwhelming. Your spirit is a tapestry of innocence and purity, a masterpiece that leaves minds bewildered and hearts stolen.
I haven’t just seen you; I’ve envisioned you in the theater of my imagination. I’ve embarked on a journey through you, tightening the straps of my emotional baggage yet absolving myself of any responsibility for what my imagination has conjured.
Where do I even begin to describe you? My pen hesitates, fearing it might falter and tarnish. What words could possibly capture the enigma that you are?
