Creator

I am the writer, the thoughts unbound, But she, the words, brings depth profound. Together we weave, in perfect accord, Her graceful lines, the voice I've adored. With every stroke, I set the scene,

In the realm of love's bittersweet dance, I stand in a difficult stance. Holding her dear in my heart, the time to let her depart has come. Like a delicate butterfly in my palm,