Within his heart’s quiet chambers, he strives to craft,
A bridge to intimacy, a space of shared dreams,
Yet a gulf widens, a distance takes root,
Where once their souls thrived, now shadows play.

Her heart, a garden shrouded in deep mist,
Its petals, resistant to his outstretched hand,
As if a fragile bud, fearing its own bloom,
And he, a gardener, uncertain of touch.

Yearning to serve her with love profound,
To weave unbreakable bonds, he ponders now,
That in restraint, by granting her room to breathe,
He serves her best by not serving her at all.

For love’s true embrace isn’t a forceful act,
But a gentle breeze, stirring souls at ease,
Unfettered, it flows, untouched by control,
In its unshackled grace, it whispers its truths.

So he stands, a heart unsealed, a soul patient,
Beside her he waits, as she finds her way,
Trusting that in the course of time, her heart,
Shall unfurl its petals, embracing the dance.