PoeticallySarcstc
Amidst the depths of heart's dilemma, torn,
Confess your love, a choice to be mourned.
Regret, a ghostly shadow, whispers near,
To speak or silence love, both paths unclear.
Confess your love, regret shall surely follow,
Yet conceal the flame, regret's echoes wallow.
Oh, the burden of unspoken desires,
A soul, entangled in passion's fires.
When cherry blossoms, with grace, descend,
Their fleeting beauty, a tale to transcend.
In their final bloom, a poignant scene,
Love's fragility, as petals serene.
Confess, regret; withhold, regret shall reign,
Two paths entwined in bittersweet refrain.
For in love's dance, uncertainty is found,
The choice to speak, or hold love's whisper, bound.
So let the petals fall, with silent grace,
Embrace the truth, within love's sacred space.
For in the depths of risk, there lies a chance,
To seize the fleeting moments, love's expanse.
When cherry blossoms fade, the choice is clear,
To confess or not, let heartache draw near.
Regret shall linger, no matter the choice,
In love's kaleidoscope, we find our voice.
Embrace the truth, though consequences loom,
For love's pursuit can never be assumed.
When petals touch the ground, love's tale will tell,
A testament to hearts that dared to dwell.