In the quiet of the night, I whisper your name,
A secret longing, a silent flame.
My heart beats wild, a relentless drum,
But your eyes see me not, love's song unsung.

In the corners of my dreams, you reside,
A phantom touch, an ache inside.
I walk beside you in the shadows cast,
A ghost of love, living in the past.

Your laughter, a melody I can't ignore,
Yet my confessions lie on a distant shore.
Each smile you give, a dagger to my chest,
For in your world, I'm just a guest.

My words of love, unspoken, they lie,
Beneath the stars in the midnight sky.
I trace your name in the misted air,
Hoping someday, you might care.

Your indifference, a cold, hard truth,
A cruel twist in the fable of youth.
I wear my heart like an open wound,
A silent song, forever out of tune.

In the garden of what could never be,
I tend to dreams, tenderly.
A rose in bloom, yet never seen,
A love so fierce, yet so serene.

I wish for courage, to let you go,
Yet tethered to this hope, I grow.
A prisoner of love, chained to your soul,
In this one-sided love, I play my role.

So here I stand, in love's cruel game,
Whispering your name, a silent flame.
For even if you never see,
This love, this pain, is all of me.