In the garden of love, a dance unfolds,
"Unrequited Symphony," a tale to be told.
Two souls entwined in a delicate embrace,
Yet one steps lightly, while the other keeps pace.
He, a maestro of devotion profound,
Composes verses, love's sweetest sound.
His heart's notes echo, a harmonious plea,
But she dances to a different melody.
She pirouettes through life, carefree,
Blissfully unaware of his symphony.
His efforts, a serenade in moonlight's glow,
Yet she waltzes to a rhythm he doesn't know.
In love's ballroom, steps out of sync,
He paints sonnets, while she chooses to think.
She drifts away like a gentle breeze,
While he clings to dreams with desperate ease.
He crafts lyrics of passion and desire,
But she dances away, her heart on fire.
A one-sided waltz, a poignant ballet,
His love's crescendo met with her disarray.
Each verse a plea, a fervent vow,
Yet her footsteps lead to a distant now.
In the symphony of love, a discordant strain,
As one partner strives, the other in disdain.
He weaves verses with threads of devotion,
Yet she twirls away, a fleeting motion.
A sonnet unfolds, an unanswered prayer,
In love's theater, an unbalanced affair.
"Unrequited Symphony," a bittersweet song,
Two dancers entangled, yet worlds apart, long.
He writes his heartache in stanzas untold,
In the ballad of love, a tale of growing cold.