In a world of whispers and dreams untold,
Where fragile hearts thrive, and stories unfold,
There lies a plea, a silent request,
Build me up, but don’t break my heart, I attest.
With gentle hands, let kindness reside,
Craft me a haven where love can abide,
For I’ve wandered through storms of sorrow and pain,
Yearning for solace, seeking to regain.
Build me up with words that mend and heal,
Lift me high on hope’s ethereal wheel,
Let your verses weave a tapestry of light,
Igniting my spirit, dispelling the night.
Oh, poet, wield your pen with tender grace,
Paint verses that cradle, a warm embrace,
For I seek solace in your lyrical art,
Build me up, but don’t break my heart.
And if sadness should dance within my soul,
Let your verses whisper, make me feel whole,
For even amidst life’s tempestuous gale,
Your words can mend, mending what might ail.
But heed this plea, dear poet, fair and true,
Tread carefully, for hearts are fragile too,
Craft your lines with empathy’s gentle part,
Build me up, but don’t break my heart.
For in this world, where love and pain entwine,
I yearn for verses that gently intertwine,
A symphony of words, a healing balm,
That lifts me beyond life’s tumultuous qualm.
So weave your magic, oh poet divine,
Illuminate my spirit, let it shine,
With the power of your pen, create an art,
Build me up, but don’t break my heart.