Amidst the starry night's gentle glow,
A love story began to silently unfold.
His heart danced to the rhythm of her name,
A flame of affection he could never tame.
He loved the girl he admired so,
A love that only seemed to grow,
But as time passed, a bitter twist took hold,
For her once-true love began to fold.
With every passing day, his heart bled,
His love for her remained, unwavering, unsaid.
Though she was consumed by life's busy tide,
He stood firm, always waiting by her side.
Her days were filled, hectic and fast,
Friends and training seemed to forever last.
Yet, he remained patient, holding on,
In hopes of a love that once brightly shone.
Oh, the longing that consumed his soul,
As she drifted further beyond his control.
He yearned for her attention, her gaze,
But her distractions seemed an impenetrable maze.
Her laughter echoed amidst her friend's cheer,
While he quietly shed a lonely tear.
Yet in his heart, the love did not sway,
For he knew true love's path was not a race to play.
He cherished every moment they once shared,
Embraced the memories, hearts once paired.
He refused to give up on what they had,
For he believed love's flame couldn't turn to sad.
He understood her heart danced a different tune,
And in her world, other affection did bloom.
Still, his love for her remained steadfast and pure,
A flame that even time couldn't obscure.
With patience and hope, he stood resolute,
Knowing love's journey may take a different route.
Through the trials and the tests, he would stay,
For he trusted love's return would find its way.
He admired her strength, her passion, her drive,
Even if she couldn't grant him the attention he'd thrive.
In the depths of his love, she'll forever remain,
Her absence a weight he refuses to disdain.
For he knows that love, when genuine and true,
Will persevere, no matter what life may pursue.
Thus, he waits, clinging to hope's tender thread,
For her love to rekindle, to come alive instead.
In the quiet moments, his heart still yearns,
As he patiently waits for a love that returns.
He'll be there, steadfast, no matter the strain,
For his devotion for her shall forever sustain.
- Sime's poem
