In the theatre of love, I play my part,
An audience of one, a silent heart.
I watch her dance in the spotlight's glow,
As she seeks love's embrace, to and fro.
She spins and twirls, with laughter and glee,
But never once does she glance at me.
Her eyes alight with each new spark,
Yet mine are dimmed in the shadows, stark.
She finds solace in another's arms,
While I am left to bear love's harms.
Each fleeting moment, a bittersweet sigh,
As she passes by, and I wonder why.
I am but a specter in her love's domain,
Watching her love, yet feeling the pain.
Though my love for her will never fade,
I am condemned to watch, in the masquerade.