Is this love, or just my ache


Is this love, or just my ache,
A fragile bond that soon will break?
You stand so far, yet linger near,
A distant heart I hold so dear.

I reach for you, my fingers fade,
Into the silence your distance made.
Each word unsaid, each glance withheld,
A thousand storms my soul has dwelled.

You keep your space, I keep my pain,
A quiet dance in endless rain. Will this love bloom, or will it die,
A fleeting dream beneath the sky?
The end is near-I feel its breath,

A love that whispers quiet death.
Yet still I hope, though shadows grow, Will we be joined, or let it go?
In your absence, my world unwinds,

A woman's heart, a man confined.
If this is the end, let truth be told:
I loved you more than words could hold.




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