PH---------------------------------
In a world of letters and lines,
Where sunlit hair of gold intertwines,
A maiden fair, with eyes so bright,
Her laughter echoes in the night.
Beside her, stands a loyal mate,
With bond unbroken by the hands of fate,
Yet in their midst, a shadow grows,
A secret tale that only one knows.
An unspoken flame, a veiled desire,
A heart aflame, a clandestine fire.
For within the friend, a love concealed,
To her, his heart was never revealed.
Blond tresses sway, reflecting light,
In the office glare, a poignant sight.
Both friends and lovers, they remain,
Unaware of the third's secret pain.
His smile hides his inward sighs,
Her happiness reflected in his eyes.
Yet beneath the friendship he has shown,
Lies a love that has quietly grown.
In the echoes of the day's retreat,
In the silence where their glances meet,
He whispers to the moon above,
"Her joy is my joy, such is my love."
Such is the dance of love and pain,
A story told, yet told in vain,
For the blond maiden and her mate,
Live their tale, oblivious to his fate.
A tale of love, sweet yet profound,
In silent whispers, it goes around,
A love unspoken, a heart untold,
In the hush of twilight, the story unfolds.
In the lines of this gentle rhyme,
Lives a love, lost in time.
In the end, the heart that's free,
Loves in silence, eternally.
_________________________
In a world of letters and lines,
Where sunlit hair of gold intertwines,
A maiden fair, with eyes so bright,
Her laughter echoes in the night.
Beside her, stands a loyal mate,
With bond unbroken by the hands of fate,
Yet in their midst, a shadow grows,
A secret tale that only one knows.
An unspoken flame, a veiled desire,
A heart aflame, a clandestine fire.
For within the friend, a love concealed,
To her, his heart was never revealed.
Blond tresses sway, reflecting light,
In the office glare, a poignant sight.
Both friends and lovers, they remain,
Unaware of the third's secret pain.
His smile hides his inward sighs,
Her happiness reflected in his eyes.
Yet beneath the friendship he has shown,
Lies a love that has quietly grown.
In the echoes of the day's retreat,
In the silence where their glances meet,
He whispers to the moon above,
"Her joy is my joy, such is my love."
Such is the dance of love and pain,
A story told, yet told in vain,
For the blond maiden and her mate,
Live their tale, oblivious to his fate.
A tale of love, sweet yet profound,
In silent whispers, it goes around,
A love unspoken, a heart untold,
In the hush of twilight, the story unfolds.
In the lines of this gentle rhyme,
Lives a love, lost in time.
In the end, the heart that's free,
Loves in silence, eternally.
_________________________