unspoken feelings <poetry>

The Art of Serendipity

In the realm of serendipity, we stand,
Two hearts entwined in fate's gentle hand,
Under the night sky, stars shining bright,
Yet, our words remain hidden in the moonlight.

I see the longing in your eyes so deep,
A secret love you struggle to keep,
Just as I, too, hold back my heart's desire,
A love that burns like a passionate fire.

In every moment we share, I feel,
The tenderness of a love so real,
Yet, fear of rejection holds us tight,
And we remain silent, through the night.

Our souls entangled, hearts in sync,
In this dance of fate, we try not to think,
Of what could be, of what might unfold,
In this art of serendipity we hold.

Yet, in the glances we steal, I find,
A love that's pure and so divine,
And in the silence, I hear you say,
All the words we don't dare to convey.

Under the moon's soft and tender gaze,
Our hearts yearn for love's sweet embrace,
But the fear of losing what we've found,
Keeps us locked in a silent, sacred ground.

So, we let the art of serendipity,
Guide us through this dance so pretty,
Hoping one day, the stars align,
And our hearts' desires intertwine.

Until that moment, we'll hold on tight,
To the magic of each serendipitous night,
And trust that love will find its way,
In the art of serendipity, we'll stay.