She was a lovely soul, so pure and kind,
With golden eyes and a heart intertwined.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and true,
Her presence bright, like skies of blue.
Her name was like a song, so sweet,
Ishu, a melody that hearts would greet.
In golden eyes, he saw the spark,
A dance so bright, it lit the dark.
Her gaze met his, a quiet sign,
Yet in his heart, his love was blind.
For Chauhan's face was all he knew,
Her love was hers, both pure and true.
Ishu came with feelings strong,
Her proposal felt like he belong.
But deep inside, he knew the truth,
Chauhan’s love had captured youth.
Yadav tried to stay, though his heart knew,
It wasn’t fair to Ishu too.
He loved with charm, both deep and clear,
But in his heart, the pain was near.
He told her of his hidden pain,
Her tears fell softly, like the rain.
He walked away, though he still cared,
Love is complex, and often rare.
Regret washed over what he chose,
But in his heart, his love still grows.
Yadav, with a soul so deep,
Held a love he could not keep.
In silence, he carried the weight of his choice,
A love unspoken, without a voice.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
She was a lovely soul, so pure and kind,
With golden eyes and a heart intertwined.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and true,
Her presence bright, like skies of blue.
Her name was like a song, so sweet,
Ishu, a melody that hearts would greet.
In golden eyes, he saw the spark,
A dance so bright, it lit the dark.
Her gaze met his, a quiet sign,
Yet in his heart, his love was blind.
For Chauhan's face was all he knew,
Her love was hers, both pure and true.
Ishu came with feelings strong,
Her proposal felt like he belong.
But deep inside, he knew the truth,
Chauhan’s love had captured youth.
Yadav tried to stay, though his heart knew,
It wasn’t fair to Ishu too.
He loved with charm, both deep and clear,
But in his heart, the pain was near.
He told her of his hidden pain,
Her tears fell softly, like the rain.
He walked away, though he still cared,
Love is complex, and often rare.
Regret washed over what he chose,
But in his heart, his love still grows.
Yadav, with a soul so deep,
Held a love he could not keep.
In silence, he carried the weight of his choice,
A love unspoken, without a voice.
The Evening He Saw Ishu
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