Words are the echoes of love, lingering in the chambers of my heart. I write to preserve the essence of love that once danced within me, to keep its flame burning in the recesses of my soul.

For poetry is the language of affection, a tender embrace captured in the verses of a lover. And if the poet is the interpreter of silence, then who am I? I am a woman who breathes life into each line, even if they never lead back to me. I reveal myself through the tapestry of my words, even if I remain hidden within them; for I am a part of a kingdom that borrows my wisdom to speak its truth, even though I lack the infinity that resides within it.

Poetry resides in the windows of the soul, and it truly moves us when we realize that the letters are but a mere reflection of its depth. It is the mirror through which we see the beauty of love, the memories that linger in the spaces between the lines.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer