Motion

A melody unfolds, a lyric takes its flight, A tale of devotion, bathed in pale moonlight. My heart, a captive bird, within your gilded cage, Singing songs of yearning, on love's forgotten page. I was in love with you, a boundless, surging tide, Ready to drown in passion, with nothing left to hide. A fool, perhaps, I was, to lay my soul so bare, But in your eyes, I saw a world beyond compare. I would have walked through fire, for just a single glance, Endured the harshest winters, embraced a deadly dance. I would have climbed the mountains, scaled the highest peak, To hear your gentle laughter, the solace that I seek. I would have sailed the oceans, braved the stormy seas, Just to feel your presence, a comforting, soft breeze. I would have given everything, my fortune and my name, Consumed by this devotion, fueled by love's fierce flame. Remember whispered secrets, beneath the willow tree? The promises we murmured, eternally to be? I held them close, those moments, like treasures in my hand, Believing in forever, in this enchanted land. I built a world around you, a fortress strong and tall, Protecting you from shadows, answering your every call. I was your shield and shelter, your confidante, your friend, A love so deep and constant, I thought it would not end. But somewhere in the distance, the music started to fade, The colors lost their brilliance, a somber shade pervade. The laughter turned to silence, the light began to dim, A growing sense of emptiness, a hollow, aching limb. I noticed little changes, the subtle shifts in tone, The way you looked right through me, as if I were a stone. The casual dismissals, the absent, vacant stare, A chilling realization, hanging in the air. The little things, you see, are the tapestry of love, The gentle acts of kindness, sent from heavens above. A morning cup of coffee, a tender, loving touch, Remembering an anniversary, meaning oh so much. A listening ear attentive, a hand to hold you tight, A shared glance of understanding, in the darkest, lonely night. These simple, small gestures, are what nurture and sustain, A bond that grows ever stronger,