A Love in Ink

I weave you in my poetry, a love that words confine, each verse a tender whisper, but you can never be mine. In dreams, I hold you closely, in life, you slip away, a muse I can only cherish, where ink and heart betray. Yet still, I write you endless, in starlit skies you stay, a love alive in shadows, where time can't take away. And when the world forgets us, these words will softly sing, of a love too wild for reality, but eternal in everything.