Waiting messages

Maryam Al-Fahd To that heart that often stopped, unable to cross to the other side, and remained on the edge of a book, explaining an unknown word. It remained faithful to its mission until it breathed its last. I don't know if it was bold, brave, and faithful to the point where it refused to be anything but a standing word that explains the great meaning of love, or if it was naive to the point of seeing the book as nothing but that frozen station. How did it not choose to participate in the conflicts of the events of that book, to be the hero, the villain, or whatever role the writer gives its characters? Was love alone the motivation for its long standing, or are there things that the words of these poems do not and will not tell us.