Beneath the forest's ancient crown
where shadows weave tales of longing,
a breeze whispers secrets of hearts intertwined.
The leaves mimic stolen kisses,
rustling with every step taken upon the mist-clad earth.
Here, every silence holds a fragment
of something that could be, something that almost
breathes with every echoing footfall.
I carve initials in the bark of memories yet to be made,
shadows of dreams not yet formed.
Love, akin to a puzzle
yet incomplete, breathes in fits,
loses pieces in the late autumn winds,
searching for constellations scattered in the dusky twilight.
Perhaps one day the fragments
will align, filling spaces once reserved
for unspoken words, blurred touches, and
the enchanted laughter swirling like fallen leaves.