As the world slips into slumber, who would not want to be cradled by the gentle cadence of a poet’s words? To feel the tender embrace of verse, like a lullaby for the soul, weaving dreams and whispers through the corridors of the mind.

Who would not yearn for their essence to be captured in the delicate threads of a poet’s imagination? To have their eyelashes likened to the golden tendrils of sunlight, dancing through the morning’s embrace, casting warmth upon the world.

And who could resist the allure of becoming a child once more, nestled in the arms of a beloved, cocooned beneath the comforting shroud of sheets? To listen to bedtime tales that intertwine both hearts, where he is the solitary farmer and she, a fallen star, their narratives entwined in a celestial dance.

For in the depths of our being, we all long for a writer to fall in love with us, to paint our essence with the strokes of their pen. For though actions may resonate loudly, it is the tender caress of words that has the power to stir the depths of the soul, leaving an indelible imprint upon the heart.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer