FICTIONAL
In realms of fiction, a figure bright appears,
A man of ink, who conquers doubts and fears.
On pages lived, a perfect image gleams,
A sweet dream born, fulfilling secret dreams.
 
Within the heart, a reader's mark he leaves,
A love unreachable, a soul that grieves.
His gentle eyes, the love they long to find,
A warm embrace, a kiss so sweet and kind.
 
His traits admired, a green flag's gentle sway,
A perfect man, who lights their darkest day.
Kind, caring, loving, the ideal he seems,
But just a dream, a figment it now deems.
 
He brings them joy, a comfort soft and deep,
A love unknown, the secrets that they keep.
A perfect bond, without a single tear,
A sweet escape, dispelling every fear.
 
Yet truth is bitter, love's a distant shore,
This man of ink, forevermore.
Within the heart, love's echo softly plays,
A fictional love, through endless, sunlit days.
 
So in these pages, love's sweet song remains,
A love unclaimed, a joy that still sustains.
A man of ink, a dream so pure and bright,
A love unclaimed, yet shining ever light.