The tangled threads of the heart,
Intricate and knotted, a work of art.
You are the puzzle, I the piece that's lost,
Together we search, but the truth is the cost.
Couldn't get it, couldn't forget,
The memories we've made, the love we've bet.
Couldn't tell, couldn't let go,
The emotions that linger, like autumn's snow.
Neither can I understand myself,
Nor can I grasp the depth of your wealth.
The mystery that surrounds us, like a veil,
A secret only the heart can reveal.
What are you to me? A question that's hard to define,
A love that's complex, yet oh so divine.
A bond that's strong, yet fragile as a thread,
A connection that's deep, yet hard to read.
But still we hold on, to this love so true,
Though it's unclear, what it is we do.
For in the uncertainty, we find our way,
Through the chaos, to a love that will stay.
© Pinku