miamor

The journey is meant to create new memories, but as I move forward, my heart pulls me back to the past. I remember the moments that hurt me, and I feel the same pain all over again. I cry because I know I will get hurt again, not by new things, but by the old wounds that never healed. I wish I could go back and fix everything, make things right. But I can’t. And that fills me with guilt, a heavy feeling that stays with me...

Did you eat, my love, did you eat on time?
Or did the stars delay you with their silver rhyme?
Your beauty blooms like a rose in the dawn,
But even flowers need the rain to go on.

Your laughter is sweet, your eyes shine so bright,
Yet even the moon needs rest in the night.
So tell me, my love, did you care for your soul?
For beauty is fleeting, but health makes you whole.

Eat well, my darling, for love feeds the heart,
And I need you strong, not just a work of art.
For what is beauty if not full of grace?
A glow from within, a warm embrace.



Eat well Mi Amor..

I'm sitting here, feeling bored,
Lost in time, a little ignored.
But then your thought comes rushing in,
Like sunshine dancing on my skin.

A blush creeps in, I try to hide,
But oh, the warmth I feel inside.
Just writing this, my heart beats fast,
As if you’re here, as if it lasts.

My mood was dull, but now it’s bright,
Your name alone just feels so right.
So if I’m bored, I know it’s true—
I’ll write again, I’ll write of you.

In My Dreams, I See You

In the quiet hush of midnight’s glow,
Where silver moonbeams softly flow,
I close my eyes and drift away,
To where our souls still meet and stay.

In dreams, I find you waiting there,
A whispered touch, a fleeting stare,
Your laughter dances on the breeze,
A melody that puts me at ease.

No distance stands, no time can break,
The bond we share, the love we make.
For in my dreams, you never fade,
You walk with me in light and shade.

I reach for you—so close, so real,
Your warmth, your voice, the way I feel.
Though morning steals you from my sight,
I’ll dream a
gain tomorrow night...

Good My Mi Amor..

its written for you

Your voice, a melody that warms my soul,
A sweet serenade that makes me whole.
When anger rises, fierce and wild,
Your gentle words soothe, soft as a child.

In every whisper, a tender touch,
Your love, it heals, it means so much.
When sadness clouds my heart’s soft beat,
You speak, and joy blooms at my feet

Your laughter, like sunlight after rain,
Turns every sorrow into sweet refrain.
With just a glance, my world’s complete,
Your voice, my love, is all I need.

In your tone, I find a home so true,
Every word a promise, just for you.
When you're near, the world feels right,
Your love, my love, turns day to night

With every breath, you calm my storm,
In your embrace, my heart feels warm.
You lift me up, you set me free,
With you, my love, I’ll always be.

Good Night, My Love"
I close my eyes, the world turns dim,
But in my dreams, I run to you.
No miles can keep our hearts apart,
For dreams will weave what fate won’t start.

I sleep not just to rest my eyes,
But to meet you beneath moonlit skies.
No matter where in the world you roams,
In my dreams, she’s always home.

I feel your touch, so warm, so true,
As if you're here, just me and you two.
Your whispers linger, soft and deep,
A love so real, even in sleep.

The night may steal your voice away,
But in my heart, your words will stay.
So hush, my love, sleep tight, sleep deep,
For I will find you in my sleep.
—Good night, my love. It's for you

*A Journey on the Tracks*

On a train speeding forward, she finds her space,
Like a girl in a long-distance love, full of grace.
The whistle blows softly; her heart starts to race,
Each mile a reminder of their warm embrace.
The rhythmic clatter is a sweet song in her ears,
Like whispers that calm her deepest fears.
As landscapes change, her heart feels the pull,
Waiting for messages that make her feel whole.
Through tunnels of doubt and hills of despair,
She holds onto love, knowing he’s always there.
The journey is long, with moments of ache,
Yet each passing station brings chances to awake.
Just as the train finds its way through the night,
Their love will endure, a beacon of light.
So she rides this journey, both joyful and strong,
Like trains on tracks, they’re destined to belong.

Good Morning!

As the sun ascends with golden grace,
Painting the sky in a warm embrace,
Its gentle rays kiss earth’s sweet face,
Whispering hope in time’s embrace.

So too, the beauty of a girl so bright,
With eyes that sparkle like morning light,
A heart that glows with love so true,
A soul that shines in every hue.

Both bring warmth, both bring cheer,
Both make the world feel light and clear.
So rise and shine, embrace the day,
Let beauty and joy light your way!

Have a wonderful morning!

In anger, her eyes blaze, fierce and bright,
A storm of fury, a piercing light.

When joy fills her heart, they glimmer and shine,
Sparkling with laughter, a warmth so divine.

In sadness, they dim, a glassy sheen,
Heavy with sorrow, a distant dream.

In love, they soften, tender and true,
Reflecting affection in every hue.

Romantic glances weave stories untold,
With playful glints, and warmth to behold.

In lust, they ignite, a fire within,
Hypnotic and bold, where desires begin.

Eyes, a canvas of feelings so deep,
Whispers of passion, secrets they keep.
Each glance tells a tale, a heart laid bare,
In every emotion, her soul’s laid to share.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Two hearts entwine, they dance so slow.
Whispers drift like autumn leaves,
A love so deep, the soul believes.

Fingers trace a fleeting sigh,
Stars reflect in longing eyes.
Time dissolves in warm embrace,
Lost in love, in endless grace.

No words are needed, yet they speak,
A silent promise—strong
, yet meek.

"A Symphony of Her"

Her eyes—deep as the night, where my soul finds its home.
Her lips—soft poetry, whispering love with every touch.

Her hair—a cascade of silk, flowing like dreams in the wind.
Her cheeks—roses in bloom, blushing with secret desires.

Her neck—a path where my love longs to linger.
Her waist—the perfect curve, where my hands find their rhythm.

Her hips—a melody in motion, swaying like a love song only I can hear.
Her thighs—soft strength, holding the warmth of every stolen embrace.

Her legs—elegant poetry, walking straight into my heart.
Her soul—the masterpiece that makes her beauty eternal.