In the quiet corners of my heart, a tempest brews.
I watch her from a distance, my love cloaked in shadows, as her laughter mingles with another's.

Each smile she shares, a dagger that twists deeper.
I ache in silence, my love unspoken, as she weaves dreams with someone else.

The weight of my secret pulls me under, and every glance, every touch she bestows on them is a wound that refuses to heal.

Yet, amidst the pain, I cherish the stolen moments, where my love for you exists, even if only in the solitude of my soul.