Member Poem

Ah, words pirouette, sentences dance,
Ink flows, a ballet of elegance,
Charisma in every curve, every glance,
Yet a missing note, a title's absence.

"Enchante, mi amor," she softly utters,
In the symphony of thoughts we share,
But it's in lingering whispers that it flutters,
The ache of longing, an exquisite affair.

Glamorous walls, silent witnesses they stand,
Neither barrier nor fortress they weave,
Truth and illusion, a delicate strand,
A lesson in language, in what we believe.

Oh, language's ballet, a dance so divine,
Where emotions pirouette, gracefully entwine,
With every word a step, every verse a sign,
In this eloquent rhythm, our hearts intertwine.