In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where dreams once danced with vibrant hues,
A silent echo whispers tales untold,
Of love that bloomed but never grew.

The winds of hope, once strong and bold,
Now gentle whispers in the night,
Shadows linger, stories unfold,
In the fading warmth of love’s twilight.

Amidst the stars that gleam above,
Lies a path unwalked, unseen,
Silent prayers in the guise of love,
Dreams of what might have been.

Yet in the heart’s quiet reverie,
A strength emerges, soft and bright,
For in the echoes of rejection’s plea,
Lies the dawn of new dreams taking flight.