Who knows until when I will write these pages. I do not even know the end of our story. Ah, I am too audacious. Dare I say “our story”. Forgive me, Sir, I mean, yours and mine.If my feelings for you ever fade away one day, perhaps that will be the end of these pages.If.By the way, what do you prefer me to call you, Sir?

Letter #1 (3/3)

I am enchanted by you, so five words that cross my intrusive thoughts, without a hint of doubt. A passing thought that serves as the opening sentence of my description when you quired, “In your opinion, what kind of person am I?” I remember, at that moment, I silently vowed to conclude my descriptive paragraph with six words, everything about you truly mesmerizes me.Alas! If only such bravery lay within my grasp. I apologize, in reality, I am a coward who only dare to standing for love in silence.

Letter #7

Sir,I shudder at the thought of these moments slipping away from my memory’s expanse. Even if it is just one, I am unwilling to part. Though I am aware, I am nothing to you. Yet, to me, you are precious beyond measure. I wish to immortalize your existence on this earth with my quill; to etch black upon white. Though I know, perhaps, you will never read a single word from these pages.

Letter #1 (1/3)

Sir, I fell in love with you not because of your position, look, nor attitude. You are the depiction of love itself, so how is it probable for my heart resists?

Letter #3

(...then you left my garden without any single word except your footsteps stating such whimsically esoteric words).

Letter #75

Lukewarmness always enshroud me every time you sneaking in my intrusive thoughts. As a sine qua non, may I name you Mr. Peiskos?

Letter #6

[Full Version Available on Google Play Books & Shopee]<ul><li class="ql-align-justify">Title: The Untold Poems for Mr. Efimero</li><li class="ql-align-justify">Year of Publication: 2024</li><li class="ql-align-justify">Author: Irza Fidah</li><li class="ql-align-justify">Publisher: Lovrinz</li><li class="ql-align-justify">Contents: vi + 184 pages</li><li class="ql-align-justify">Description: A collection of poems in English and Indonesia with a sad-romance genre.</li></ul>

About the Book

Once we were strangers, full of mystery. Fast forward we shall become two better halves entwined, full of companionship.

Letter #2

Is not love naught more than mere pseudo reflection? I queried, shrouded in the blackness of night.Years later, I encounter you, O Sir, so I received the answer sought:No, it is not.

Letter #5

Your lambent stare casts me into another realm: world of mirage where hopes visit me every time we cross paths.

Letter #4

When adore turns to invite mourn, the presence of the heart’s adoration rather invites wound.

Letter #37

Debarking within our ephemeral story, your ephemeral game, and my ephemeral relish:Let me rename you qua Mr. Efimero.

Letter #21

O Mr. Efimero the ephemeral man, how do you fare in your new chamber? Hopefully, it is not pitch dark. For I comprehend well your fear of darkness.

Letter #65

Supposed you will never know these pages ever existed. Supposed you will never read these pages. Supposed I will never be able to convey what I express here. Forgive me, for I am such a coward. Only daring to stand in silence. Hiding and continuing to hide behind words you will never even read.

Letter #1 (2/3)

An anthology of poetry from a lady who was standing for love and broken hearted in silence. Perhaps you will say "this is me" from some of the poems; and perhaps not.

Sekumpulan puisi dari seorang perempuan yang pernah jatuh cinta berdiri untuk cinta dan patah hati dalam diam. Barang kali engkau akan berkata &quot;ini aku&quot; pada sebagian dari puisi-puisi ini; barang kali pula tidak. Ditulis secara bilingual (Inggris-Indonesia).

Letter #1 (2/3)

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