Follow your heart

Marina Eugenie di Cervini (2024)

Marina E. di Cervini is a distinguished writer, documentary producer, speaker, lawyer, and coach, with a career spanning over three decades. Her work explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and humanity’s intricate connection to the world, blending timeless storytelling with universal truths. Her debut in the trilogy, FOLLOW YOUR HEART, introduces Françoise de Chambord, a heroine of remarkable depth and courage. Set against a rich tapestry of cultural and emotional landscapes, this luminous tale examines the delicate balance between personal desires and destiny, inviting readers into a journey of profound self-discovery. The journey continues in Marina’s second book, "MY WAY", and concludes with the powerful "THE PRESIDENT’S ADVISER", both of which deepen her exploration of resilience, leadership, and the enduring pursuit of purpose. Marina E. di Cervini’s storytelling is a celebration of the human spirit, offering readers a profound connection to life’s most essential truths.

I WHISPER TO YOU

“The evening had surrendered to the quiet embrace of twilight, the sky a soft canvas of fading hues. Trees stood as shadows against the horizon, their silhouettes etched in stillness. A silver thread of moonlight spilled across the waves, weaving the realms of reality and reverie. In that sacred stillness, words rose unbidden, fragile and eternal, carried on the breath of the night.”

I whisper to you:

“With you, it feels like the wind—

Unseen, unbound, yet endlessly kind.”

Your gaze, a flame both fierce and free,

Writes silent verses in eternity.

Did you forget? My heart still dreams,

Of echoes carried on love’s streams.

The night, once tangled, now unwinds,

In your light, my soul resigns.

I know the ache, the breaking soul,

How shadows linger, take their toll.

Yet love endures, with wings to fly,

Through tempest winds, toward your sky.

Your eyes, an ocean—boundless, deep,

A tide that holds, where secrets sleep.

Within their depths, I am whole,

A flower reborn, a mended soul.

Are you a dream? A fleeting glow?

A trace of stars, or truths I know?

Are you eternal, or just the rain—

A moment lost, then found again?

I cannot place where you abide,

In waking worlds or hearts that hide.

But you are mine, my steadfast grace,

A love no time or storm could erase.