Do not blame me for not knowing how to rhyme my verses, do not blame me for being a silly poet, for I am just an amateur, wandering among mental songs, poems, and immense passion. My lines are obtuse, crooked, but within them lies all my feeling—unheard-of and deep as the love I feel: restless, constant, like thunder inside me.

In the realm of my thoughts, where melodies of the heart intertwine with poetic whispers, I find myself adrift in a sea of emotions. Each word, though imperfectly placed, carries the weight of my soul. My verses may lack the polished sheen of a seasoned poet, yet they brim with an honesty that is rare and profound.

My love is not confined by the precision of rhyme or the elegance of perfect meter. It is wild and untamed, a force of nature that defies conventional expression. It is the raw pulse of life within me, beating with an intensity that cannot be silenced. In every obtuse line, in every crooked stanza, there is a testament to the depth of my passion.

So, do not blame me for my unrefined verse, for it is through these jagged edges that I express my truest self. My love is a relentless storm, a thunder that roars within, never ceasing. It is a constant, unyielding presence, an unwavering testament to the vastness of my heart.

In this poetic journey, I embrace my imperfections, for they are the very essence of my being. Through my stumbling words, I offer you a glimpse into the core of my soul, where love resides—restless, eternal, and as powerful as the thunder that echoes within.

©️ Beatriz Esmer