Whisper of Devotion

Every day, in whispers clandestine, I converse with my hidden gem divine. She remains oblivious, my secret stays intact, For revealing it would shatter the delicate pact. My love for her knows no bound, no end, Yet I resist the urge to claim her as my own, my friend. Her beauty transcends my feeble grasp, Like a symphony of grace, her smile outlasts. An angel's glow in her radiant face, Contrasted by my mischievous laugh's embrace. Through it all, we stand as companions, not more, But my devotion to her remains at the core. She denies the title of my deity, Yet my words weave a spell, enchanting her subtly. I seek not to impress, yet her heart is swayed, As my words dance upon her soul, gently laid. Once purposeless, my words found their worth, With her arrival, they blossomed, found rebirth. This is a journey uncharted, my very first, Falling into love's embrace, quenching a thirst. But the dream I now chase, so grand, I wonder when it will find solid land. In this dance of hearts, uncertain and grand, I hold onto hope, eager to take her hand.