Whispers of unrequited love
In the garden of dreams, a bloom unclaimed, A story untold, a heart softly named. Her presence, a melody, in the heart's quiet song, Yet love's path diverged, and I walked alone. Eyes like constellations, a universe untamed, A soul like a fire, forever unnamed. In secret glances, our worlds intertwined, Yet destiny whispered, and love was confined. Her laughter, a symphony, in the chambers of air, A fragrance of roses, delicate and rare. But fate's hand was gentle, in its gentle reprise, Two ships passing by, under separate skies. Yet still, in the echoes, her memory remains, A spark that ignites, a bittersweet pain. For love's not defined by the paths we don't take, But the beauty it brings, in each heartbeat's ache. - 28th June 2023 Thank you for reading, From, Hetansh Shah