Enchantment and Longing

She looked divine as her hair swept with the wind. The sky was avast with the magnanimous clouds rolling by. The grass unearthed her beauty matched with her beguiling smile. I was endowed with her soft cackles caressing the deepest melancholy of my soul. How I wish, I could tell her, how I feel. This humungous pull towards her.

As I sat here, listening to her story. I was compelled to listen. I was smitten. I was beholden. She didn't even know the power she had upon me. The power that would vanquish me completely.

My heart hammered furiously, a rhythm of its own making, desperate to break free from the confines of my chest. It yearned for her attention, silently pleading for her to acknowledge its existence, craving for her to feel the emotions it held within its verses. The frustration of being unseen and unheard echoed in the questions that lingered in my mind - how could she be so observant of everything around her, yet remain oblivious to the silent cries of my heart? How could she perceive the world with such clarity, yet fail to truly see the depth of my feelings when she looked into my eyes? Each beat of my heart seemed to reverberate with these unanswered questions, a symphony of longing and unspoken words that only I could hear.

Every beat of my heart echoes the memory of the moment Cupid's arrow found its mark in your soul. The anticipation of the day when your heart will finally recognize the love that has been silently growing within mine fills me with both hope and longing. As I patiently wait for the realization to dawn upon you, I find solace in the dreams that carry me to a world where your sweet embrace is not just a figment of my imagination, but a reality waiting to be embraced.