They met one night, through a friend’s kind hand,

Two strangers drawn to a shared dreamland.

He loved movies, she loved them too,

A spark was lit, a fire grew.

He came to her house, one festive night,

Amid glowing candles and twinkling light.

They talked for hours, the world fell away,

In each other’s warmth, they wished to stay.

Her heart was glass, fragile yet bright,

Reflecting his glow, her love’s true light.

But shadows grew where doubts took space,

A love so warm, yet left no trace.

She wondered if she was enough,

While he stayed quiet, distant, tough.

She longed for hands to hold her tight,

But his stayed still, like the fading night.

Her world was songs, his was the breeze,

She craved his voice; he gave her ease.

Their love, like a candle, burned so high,

But melted away with no goodbye.

A fire contained, too bright to last,

A fleeting dream of the distant past.

Their story ends, a poignant hue,

A tale of love, both deep and true.