The love that first awakened her soul, Lingering like an ageless melody,
Still, she weaves illusions of forgetting, Though the roots of memory cling to her heart's core,
Truly, how could she,
When the weight of it is bound to her very soul?
It is a truth she cannot escape: this love will never be hers, yet it will never release her,
The threads of her soul are knotted so tightly around his heart,
That even time itself cannot undo them.
He has unraveled her senses,
Leaving her adrift in the chaos of her own heart.
He has shattered her spirit time and again,
Yet her heart clings to him as if bound by fate itself.
Even knowing his heart is not hers to hold,
She loves him with the madness of a storm.
Though his words were daggers and his actions unkind, her heart erased the pain in the name of love.
Each time she unseals the words he left behind, her tears fall like silver rain, tracing paths down her cheeks.
Her voice trembles, lost in grief as she asks,
'Where did my sweet love wander, leaving me behind?'
At times, she curses the storm inside her, hating herself for loving him with the fury of endless rain.
Though time may pass,
She knows her first love will always linger like a haunting melody, never to be silenced.
In every stranger's eyes, she seeks the reflection of the one her heart still calls for.
Though her soul still aches for him,
She fears the day she might encounter his like again, even if it were him once more.
She yearns to love like the moon, distant yet eternal, shining softly from the edges of the world.
I no longer question why they believe her heart is lost in a madness of love.
For she loves a man whose heart is bound to another,
And who never truly saw her or honored the depths of her love.
Perhaps it's the way her love for him glows like a distant star,
Unwavering, that makes me still believe true love is real.
As if her soul had danced too long with madness,
Her love an all-consuming madness that no reason could tame.