WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

A BURNING LONGING
Your words, like etchings on a polished stone,
Reveal the depths of passion's quiet fire.
A subtle heat, in every verse you've known,
A burning longing, lifting spirits higher.
The shadows dance, upon the canvas bright,
Reflecting hues of your unspoken plea.
A whispered promise, in the fading light,
A tender yearning, meant for only me.
My brush, a feather, traces every line,
A delicate dance, of shadow and of grace.
Where every stroke, a feeling so divine,
Reflects the beauty of your loving face.
In crafted frames, our passions intertwine,
A silent language, truly yours and mine.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI