In the week before the petals fell,
Unbeknownst to the poet's quill,
A tale of love, a heart's farewell,
Yet destiny's script remained still.

She wrote in whispers, dreams untold,
A wish to give if fate unfolds,
"I'd wish him mine, if he could see,
This chit of dreams, my heart set free."

The diary, a trove of secret dreams,
Held in its pages, love's silent streams,
A letter nestled, a wish profound,
To a nameless poet, love unbound.

"Play music sweet, just for me,
Let notes of love set my heart free.
Dance, entwine our steps in...