He guards his love, he cannot hide,
A spark that burns, yet scars inside.
For though the heaven may turn away,
His love lingers, a light stays.

The way you lean close to hear me,
Your whispers brushed against my ear.
The murmur danced through sleepless nights,
A lavender haze in soft moonlight.

You wore it that day, just because I like lavender,
The gentle bloom, you were cute.
And when you winked, my heart began to race,
My cheeks turned red.

I've seen you cry and held them in my arms,
Shielding your pain, protecting you in my arm.
One cold day, you turned and walked away,
No words, just silence.

Now strangers we are, as though we never met,
A fleeting whisper written in regret.