In the quiet dawn, I cast my heart,
A tender seed upon the soil of you,
With hands outstretched, I played my part,
To nurture dreams, to help them bloom anew.

Your laughter sang like morning light,
I painted hopes on every whispered breeze,
With kindness as my compass, I took flight,
A wish to see you thrive, to bring you ease.

But shadows lingered in your gaze,
An echo of a storm you could not quell,
My love, a fragile flame in your haze,
Was met with winds that twisted, tore, and fell.

You spun my kindness into threads of spite,
A tapestry of anger,...