You, the agile conductor—swayed my heart,
To the symphony of music, I danced my part.
To the rhythmic dance, we moved ever so effortlessly,
Stopping time with your gaze, so seductively.
You, the maestro of love, play our love gracefully,
To the rhythmic dance, we moved ever so effortlessly,
But suddenly, you ceased—and my heart cried.
Like fractured strings on a violin's frame, we played our part,
Our truths concealed, emotions locked behind a silent heart.
If only I could rewind and turn back time’s chime,
Undo the treacherous notes of love’s sweet rhyme.
Oh, how I ache to replay the parts we once knew,
To our love sonatas that we yearned for, tender and true.
With every crescendo, captivating my heart,
A captivating tune; a dangerous love story starts.
In the ascending melody, my passion builds up,
Igniting the love that we thought would erupt.
In twilight’s lights. our hands reached out,
What comes next, in whispers of doubt?
