In the shadow of the moonlit night,
A heart beats quietly, unheard,
Yearning for a love unreturned,
Silently weaving dreams in solitude.
Eyes that linger, yet never meet,
Words unspoken, lost in the breeze,
A silent serenade of wistful hope,
Dancing lightly on the edge of dreams.
Every glance a fleeting promise,
Each smile a gentle torment,
In the quiet corners of the soul,
Love blooms, unseen, untouched.
Yet in this solitude, I find my strength,
A love unspoken, yet deeply felt,
For in the silence, the heart’s truth lies,
An endless whisper of unrequited love.