In the realm of love, a paradox unfolds,
Where joy and doubt intertwine, stories untold.
A man's affection, a showering rain,
Yet a whisper lingers, a subtle refrain.

He tends to your needs with unwavering care,
A gentle touch, a love beyond compare.
His words, sweet melodies that make your heart soar,
But an ache within you, a longing for more.

For deep in your soul, a flicker resides,
A sense that his love has been misaligned.
His messages, tender and filled with desire,
Leave you wishing they were meant for a different fire.

You pray for his happiness, selfless and kind,
Wishing he finds the one his heart yearns to find.
Though it pains you to think of him in another's embrace,
You long for his love to find its rightful place.

In the quiet of night, you ponder and weep,
As emotions within you rise and run deep.
Should you hold onto a love that may never be,
Or set him free, so his heart can be free?

But love, dear soul, does not always make sense,
It dances and weaves, a delicate suspense.
Sometimes it's a journey of letting go,
To find solace and peace, to let your heart grow.

So cherish the moments, the love that he shares,
For in his presence, a fleeting beauty flares.
Embrace the bittersweet, the love that you feel,
And trust that your heart will eventually heal.

For love's intricate tapestry weaves a mysterious thread,
And the paths it may take often lie ahead.
In time, you'll find the love meant for your soul,
A love that's complete, making you whole.

In the meantime, dear heart, be gentle and kind,
Allow yourself to feel, to explore and unwind.
For in this journey, you'll discover anew,
The strength within you, the love that is true.
© QuinnNyah