You said "love," a word that hung heavy,
a promise whispered, a truth barely breathed.
Adored, you claimed, my spirit, my being,
yet actions spoke louder, a different creed.

Why, I'd ask, this pull, this inexplicable tide?
You'd list my virtues, a love easily defined.
But my response, a silence, a gaping void,
this feeling, a symphony, undefined.

A yearning, a missing piece, a...