Long-distance love is a test of time and miles. It requires faith, patience, and the ability to maintain warmth in the heart when the loved one is not nearby. These poems are about the longing for touch, the hope for a quick meeting, the strength of feelings that transcend distance. They are about attempts to bridge the gap that separates souls, and the small joys that come from correspondence and occasional phone calls. After all, true love can withstand any obstacle.<\/p>\n
\nYour portrait trembles on the internet, like a mirage in sultry despair. Words fly, but there are no lips, only an echo in the digital coldness. We build bridges of silence, trying to feel closeness. But no matter how many words we exchange, we can't forget just one meeting. And in every pixel there's longing, for the scent, for gentle hands. Love at a distance is so subtle, and so strong, as if in dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nKilometers between us<\/h2>\n
\nThe city sleeps, and I look out the window, Thinking of you, as always. How many miles, how many kilometers of evil, Separation is bitter water. I dream of your arms in mine, Of a look that will warm in the darkness. But only silence within my empty walls, And you are still far away, in a dream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nLetters to nowhere<\/h2>\n
\nI write to you as if in a dream, Words like birds, rushing into the sky. But your address is like a secret in the depths, And only hope is in these voices. Paper remembers the trembling of my hands, Ink weeps for days gone by. I send you greetings like sound, In distant, unfamiliar lands. And I believe that the letters will fly, Through storms, winds, and the distant distance. And in your heart they will rekindle a spark, A love that is beyond sorrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThrough the screen<\/h2>\n
\nYour voice is the thread that connects us, Through the noise of static, through the digital haze. I see your image, tired, And in this image, my longing. But even so, through this screen, I feel the warmth of your soul. And I know that you are not a deception, That our love is not a mirage.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nExpectation<\/h2>\n
\nThe calendar is filled, the days are numbered, Only a brief moment remains until our meeting. Hurricanes rage in my soul, And my heart cries out with anticipation. I imagine our meeting again, Your gaze, smile, tender words. And I forget the sorrow and bloodshed That separation brought me. Anticipation is a sweet melancholy, The hope that nourishes my life. And I believe that everything will not be in vain, When you are near, my prism.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nStar Bridge<\/h2>\n
\nNight has fallen, the stars have lit up, And in their radiance I see you. Our souls are intertwined like a thread, And a starry bridge connects us with love. I send you a moonlit kiss, Through the darkness, through the seal of time. And I believe that you will understand me, And will be able to feel it in your heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nPhoto<\/h2>\n
\nI hold your photograph in my palm, As if I were holding you yourself. And in this picture is my entire element, Everything that is so dear to my heart. Your gaze, your smile, your light blush, Remind me of warm days. And in this memory is my advance, The hope that everything will return in full.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA voice in the silence<\/h2>\n
\nIn the silence of the night I hear your voice, It's like balm for a tormented soul. And in this sound I breathe tenderly, Forgetting about sorrows, about the wasteland. You are far away, but I feel you, Through kilometers, through years of separation. And in this faith I picture you, In my dreams, in my sweet torments.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe sadness of separation<\/h2>\n
\nThe sadness of separation has settled in my heart, Like a shadow that haunts me. But I hope it will retreat, When you are near, my dawn. I collect bit by bit memories, Of the days when we were together. And in these images lies my calling, To love you, despite all the odds.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nPulse at a distance<\/h2>\n
\nI feel your pulse from a distance, as if we were one. And in this feeling lies my calling, to love you sincerely and skillfully. We are connected by an invisible thread, stronger than steel, more durable than stone. And in this connection lies my discovery, that you are my destiny, my bright message.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe road to you<\/h2>\n
\nI'm setting out on a journey, a long road, to you, my love, to my dream. And on this journey there is anxiety, but I believe that we will meet in beauty. I will overcome all obstacles, all storms, winds, and distances. And in this faith are my rewards, the love that gives me enchantment.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nDreams about you<\/h2>\n
\nIn my dreams I see you, my dear one, I hug you, kiss you, and whisper words. And in this dream I am so happy and alive, That I forget about the whole world. But morning comes, and the dream disappears, Leaving only melancholy and sadness. And my heart stops again, In anticipation of a new, magical distance.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nTime to stop<\/h2>\n
\nTime, please, stop for just a moment, Give me a chance to savor you. Memorize every glance, every detail, And take this holy image with me. But time flies inexorably, And the separation grows ever more acute. And my heart cries out painfully, In hope of a meeting, of a quicker joy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy lighthouse<\/h2>\n
\nIn the ocean of life, you are my beacon, the light that shows me the right path. And even if I fall from the attacks, I know that you can bring me back. You are my hope, my support, my love, my eternal passion. And in this feeling lies my freedom, the opportunity to live, love, and breathe. And even though kilometers separate us, you are always near in my heart. And I believe that we will overcome all winds, and will be together, under a happy gaze.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nInterweaving of Souls<\/h2>\n
\nWe are two souls, separated by fate, but connected by an invisible thread. Love at a distance is not an easy path, but we will walk it together, with sincere being. I remember every moment spent together, every look, smile, touch. And in this memory lies my credo, the hope that our inspiration will return. Even if kilometers separate us, my heart is always with you. And I believe that we will overcome everything, and will be together, in love and dreams. We are two wings of one bird, two stars in one constellation. And our love is an eternal wonder, the intertwining of souls in a single aspiration. And even through time and distance, I feel your warmth and light. And I know that you are my calling, the love that gives me the promise of life.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\nStyle: Alexander Blok, Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetaeva<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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