Does it sting?
Still in the garden of his heart, a budding love did grow,
With petals soft and sweet, his feelings started to show.
But as he gazed upon her, she is so fair and bright,
He sensed a chill, a distant frost, dimming his hopeful light.
Her laughter danced like sunlight on a gentle breeze,
Yet in her eyes, he saw no spark, no flicker of unease.
He longed to speak his heart, to lay his feelings bare,
But fear held him tight, like thorns in tangled snare.
Each day he watched her from afar, his courage waning thin,
As doubts and insecurities whispered, "You'll never win."
He crafted words like flowers, delicate and pure,
But when he saw her with another, his hopes began to blur.
He penned his love in verses, in sonnets filled with pain,
Yet dared not share his poetry, fearing it was in vain.
For in the silence of her gaze, he read a cruel decree,
That love's sweet song would never find a home with she.
Through moonlit nights and sunlit days, his heart waged a war,
Between the dreams of what could be and the reality he saw.
He wished upon a thousand stars, for courage to confess,
Yet each shooting light only deepened his distress.
But then one day, beneath the weeping willow's shade,
He found his voice, though trembling, as he braved.
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, he spoke his truth at last,
And though her response was gentle, it shattered him like glass.
For in her eyes, there was no flame, no ember burning bright,
Just kindness tinged with pity, as she bid him a gentle goodnight.
He walked away, his heart in pieces, scattered on the ground,
A wilted flower in the garden where his love was never found.
Yet in the ashes of his shattered dreams, a seed began to grow,
A newfound strength, a quiet resolve, to let his spirit flow.
For though his love was unrequited, and his heart bore scars,
He learned that sometimes love's true beauty lies in the falling stars.
In the aftermath of love's bitter sting,
He found solace in the melody that his heart would sing.
For though his crush remained but a fleeting dream,
He discovered within himself a radiant gleam.
With each passing day, he embraced the dawn,
Finding purpose in the moments when hope seemed gone.
He wandered through the meadows, beneath the azure sky,
And felt the warmth of life's embrace, as time drifted by.
Though memories of her lingered, like whispers in the breeze,
He learned to treasure the beauty found in simple pleas.
In laughter shared with friends, and in the touch of gentle rain,
He found a sanctuary where his spirit could reign.
He poured his passion into writing, with every words he thinks,
Creating masterpieces from the depths of his heart's typing every word there he told a story, of love lost and love found,
A testament to the journey that had shaped him all around.
And as he walked the path of life, with purpose and with grace,
He realized that love's true essence could never be erased.
For though his crush had faded, like petals in the wind,
The love within him bloomed anew, a flower that would never rescind.
