In the quiet corners of my heart it lies,
A tender spark, though small in size.
Young love, they say, is fleeting and bright,
But oh, this flame burns deep in the night.
We’ve danced around each other for so long,
As whispers of friendship wove a familiar song.
Those shared laughs and secrets, like stars that align,
Now shimmer in twilight, turning water to wine.
I see the world in the depths of your gaze,
Each moment with you, in a sweet, endless haze.
But I know the truth that lingers too near,
A symphony played, but you can't hear the dear.
For all my confessions, this heart that has soared,
Feels heavy with hope, yet faintly ignored.
I’ve fallen so hard, like leaves in the breeze,
Yet I’m sure in your heart, there’s no room for this tease.
Does it matter? The whispers of young love,
Deemed trivial by those who’ve forgotten to shove
Their fears to the shadows, their dreams to the light,
But for me, it means everything—my sweet secret plight.
So here I remain in this labyrinth spun,
Wishing you knew all the battles I’ve won.
Though I brace for the silence, the ache of despair,
A heart that loves fiercely will always lay bare.
So I’ll treasure this feeling, though it may not last,
An ember ignited, a blissful contrast.
And even if you never know what I feel,
This young love is my canvas, my heart's own ideal.