Months I waited, months I prayed to pass, Till the day arrived, a moment meant to last. I saw her coming like a flower bathed in light, And both my soul and body fell at first sight. So beautiful she was, an angel from the sky, Her eyes, her face, lifted my spirit high. She carried me to fields of flowers and buds, Where stems floated free, untouched by mud. Her hands so tender, soft as fresh-spun cotton, Her touch froze my soul beneath the sun. Holding her hand made me feel so blessed, It lit my heart, sent my soul to the blue sea’s crest. But every good story carries a darkened part, My respect weighed heavy, piercing like a dart. She couldn’t return the honor I gave so free, And I couldn’t teach what lay deep in her sea. A year and a couple of months now turn to tale, Of every path I chose, afraid to fail. She neither stopped me, nor called me back, My expectations shattered like a mirror’s crack. Now I feel uneasy, my soul still asks for her, Why didn’t I wait—now everything feels blurred. Letting go wasn’t easy, yet why do I cry now, She left behind the pain, and vows she once avowed. I’ll keep the memory, not the ache it gave, Some loves are lessons, not meant to stay. She was a chapter, warm and true, I turn the page now—still whole, still me too.