In the realm of youth where friendships bloom, A secret love does quietly loom, A childhood friend with a heart sincere, Holds a crush close, with timidity and fear.Within his chest, emotions dance and play, Yet the words to express them, he keeps at bay, For the bond they share, so cherished and true, He fears revealing his feelings could undo.
Days spent laughing, side by side, Through meadows of memories, they both stride, Innocent joy and shared dreams they've spun, A friendship's tapestry woven under the sun.
But in stolen glances and whispers unsaid, Lies the truth that tugs at his heart like a thread, He gazes upon his friend, eyes sparkling bright, And wonders if love could take flight.
Oh, the torment of holding secrets untold, As time's river of moments relentlessly unfolds, He battles with questions, his heart in a twist, Should he confess his love, or the status quo assist?
Yet caution persists, and he hesitates more, An unspoken desire he tries to ignore, Afraid the connection they've nurtured so well, Might crumble and fade if his feelings he'd tell.
He ponders the risk, the fear of the unknown, Could love's fragile bloom in friendship be sown? Or would it be lost, like a ship in the night, Leaving their bond forever changed, in its flight?
So he stands at the crossroads of feelings and chance, Torn between staying silent or taking a stance, In the garden of friendship, a seed of love grows, Awaiting the courage to bloom and expose.
For childhood bonds are treasures to keep, And even in secrets, emotions run deep, No matter the outcome, his heart will endure, Friendship's foundation forever secure.
And so he contemplates, with heart in a bind, The love he conceals in the chambers of his mind, Hoping one day, the words will be found, To share his affection, and love's truth unbound.
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The Season of Blossom
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