Heartfelt Echoes

In the language of the heart, a tale unfolds,

Where love's narrative, a timeless story holds.

No borrowed words, no echoes from the past,

Just an original symphony, destined to last.

In the garden of emotions, passion blooms,

A dance of feelings, like sweet perfumed plumes.

No shadows cast from others' fleeting rhymes,

Just verses pure, written in our own times.

Eyes meet, a poetry of glances unspoken,

In the silence, promises, quietly token.

No phrases lifted from another's verse,

Just heartfelt whispers, a universe.

Through the seasons of affection, we stride,

In love's embrace, where hearts coincide.

No mimicry of sonnets from days of yore,

Just our own sonnet, forevermore.

So, here's a poem, genuine and true,

No borrowed lines, only for me and you.

In the realm of love, where our hearts explore,

An original tale, forever to adore.

- Addison Smith