Chronicles of an Untamed Heart

In the cradle of dusk where wild winds sing,

There beats a heart with a restless wing.

Unbound by chains, it leaps and roars,

A tempest crashing on uncharted shores.

Born of fire, it shuns the tame,

It aches for passion, not for fame.

A fleeting touch, a whispered name,

Each moment new, yet never the same.

It loves like thunder, fierce and free,

With tides that drown eternity.

Yet even in its burning flight,

It yearns for solace in the night.

Through forests deep and deserts wide,

It chases shadows, it cannot hide.

For every scar etched on its skin,

Is a story told, a truth within.

The heart knows pain, it tastes regret,

A bittersweet duet long met.

Yet still, it rises, bold and strong,

A rebel soul, its timeless song.

It’s in the laughter, raw and pure,

In the ache of love that can't endure.

It finds its truth in chaos wild,

A fearless storm, yet tender child.

So let it rage, this untamed art,

The chronicles of a boundless heart.

For in its fire, the world takes shape,

A love untethered, a spirit escaped.