A bittersweet dance

In the depths of a heart that beats for another, I dwell in shadows of a love unreturned, Every hour a whisper of what could never be, A fleeting dream shattered by reality's stern decree.

Each glance, each touch, a bittersweet dance, A blessing wrapped in the anguish of chance, Fueling flames of hope, a cruel paradox, Kindling warmth, yet leaving scars that mock.