"In the enigma of unspoken verse, you paint me dark, a heart perverse.
Yet silence veils, in depths profound, my love's eloquence, unwavering, unbound.

You misconstrue indifference, alas, but in my chest, ardor does amass.
Misjudged, I wear the mask of rue, a tendered heart that yearns for you.

In your narrative, I'm the malefactor, defined, yet love persists, in shadows, entwined.
In murmurs lost to the velveteen night, my heart rebels, in silent flight.

To my affection, you've barred the gate, yet hear the sotto voce of my fate.
In dulcet tones, my love persists, in symphony of souls, forever exists."
© Medwickxxiv