My heart still years, though time has passed by me,
For she who never shared my flame.
Like stars that dance across the midnight sky,
My love for her burns bright, forever framed.
I wonder if fate's hand had played a game,
And brought us close united in plight,
Would happiness have bloomed, an endless claim?
Or would the cruel world serve our delight?
My mind created a tapestry of dreams,
Wherein she whispers secrets to keep,
And love's embrace becomes more than it seems,
A blissful realm where all my fears freeze.
But reason's voice whispers a sobering plea,
Reminding me of truth, and what may not be.
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