In the quiet corners of my heart,
Lurks a melody unsung, unheard;
A gentle whisper that longs to start,
Yet finds no voice, no spoken word.
Your eyes, a distant constellation,
Ignite the night with fleeting light;
Though I reach out in adoration,
My hands grasp only shadowed sight.
Each moment shared, a bittersweet lie,
Where hope and reality gently collide;
I stand in silence, watching you pass by,
A love that blooms, yet must hide.
In the garden of my unspoken dreams,
Where petals of longing softly fall;
I cherish your presence in moonlit streams,
A love unanswered, yet holding all.