In the passage of time, his memories linger still,
A love never mine, yet it becomes my poetic thrill.

His essence, a beauty described in endless lines,
A reason why love's journey no longer entwines.

His poetry shatters my heart, pieces apart,
Yet in its verses, I find a healing art.

Wounds inflicted, a painful embrace,
But also the sanctuary where healing takes place.

Falling in love, a repeating refrain,
Yet bitterness lingers, mingling with the pain.

This poetry, a tale of love's intricate scheme,
A dance of emotions, a complex, heartfelt theme.
© _gottaloveruhii