In chambers of the heart, a tale I'll weave,
Of love's enigma, fickle and bereaved.
With words of longing, let my pen confess,
The ache of love's pursuit, a tangled mess.
Beneath the moonlit sky, our paths did cross,
A fragile flame ignited, love's sweet gloss.
Yet she, a wisp of longing, veiled in shade,
Emotion's currents, guarded and arrayed.
Her heart, a fortress built with walls of stone,
Where tender feelings lingered all alone.
With every step we took, she turned away,
A dance of hesitation, love's delay.
The moments we shared, like whispers fleeting,
In shadows cast, the depths of love competing.
Her touch, a gentle tremor, bittersweet,
A taste of love's elation, incomplete.
Like wild birds taking flight, she flew afar,
Leaving my heart behind, a distant star.
I sought to understand her hidden mind,
But found a labyrinth, forever twined.
And yet, my heart persisted, firm and true,
A flame of hope, despite the shades of blue.
For in her eyes, a glimmer, soft and shy,
A chance that love might bloom, if not on high.
The pain of love unrequited, I bear,
A symphony of longing, and despair.
Her essence, like a puzzle, incomplete,
In fragments I decipher, bittersweet.
So let her soar, an untamed bird of grace,
For love's capriciousness, I'll find my place.
And if, perchance, she finds her heart's embrace,
I'll cherish her, regardless, with love's grace.