Ink of My Life's Canvas

In verses of Crissmon dreams, my life unfurls,

A story in stanzas, emotions in twirls.

Two love tales etched in the tapestry of years,

One born of dreams, the other of silent tears.

My heart's devotion to an idol afar,

A love profound, like a shining star.

Yet, I've never glimpsed his face, nor held his hand,

Still, he resides within, in a distant land.

The other love, a lecturer's tender grace,

A single soul, a delicate embrace.

A chapter where two paths converged, then split,

Leaving behind a love, unspoken, unfit.

They say those who've danced in love's blazing fire,

Bring art to life with passions that inspire.

Twice, I ventured forth, twice, I felt the flame,

Now, I fear to play that fateful game.

In the ink of my life's canvas, I write,

Of dreams and love, in the day and night.

Though the past has left its marks and scars,

I'll navigate this journey beneath the stars.