Unreciprocated Affection

In the garden of emotions, a delicate bloom,

Unreciprocated affection, a silent gloom.

A heart's tender offering, met with empty air,

Echoes of longing, a silent, unspoken prayer.

Words unspoken, yet feelings profound,

A one-sided dance, a love unbound.

Adrift in the current of unrequited desire,

A soul's lament, consumed in the fire.

A symphony of emotions, played solo,

Yearning for echoes, where none seem to go.

Aching in shadows, where dreams are concealed,

Unanswered questions, wounds unhealed.

Yet, in the uncharted realms of the heart,

Unreciprocated affection plays its part.

A poignant chapter, a bittersweet song,

A journey of self, where the heart belongs.

For even in silence, love finds a place,

A resilient spirit, an undying grace.

In the tapestry of emotions, threads may fray,

But from unreciprocated affection, strength may sway.

So let the tears water the gardens of the soul,

For in love's echo, there's a story to extol.

A chapter may close, but the heart will mend,

Unreciprocated affection, a beginning, not an end.

Thank you for reading!