In the quiet corners of my heart,
Your name is etched softly, a secret art.
The sun rises, casting its gentle glow,
Yet my love remains, hidden below.

Every glance you cast, a fleeting fire,
Ignites hope and fills the soul’s desire.
In dreams, our paths cross, entwined,
But reality leaves those dreams behind.

Words unspoken linger in the air,
A silent prayer, a love laid bare.
The heart beats its solitary drum,
Waiting for a love that may never come.

Yet in this shadowed dance of time,
I cherish each moment, each gentle rhyme.
For even if this love remains a dream,
It is a dream I hold, a tender gleam.