The Love That Never Was Poem by SATURN 07

They met in silence,
two souls recognizing each other without words,
walking together beneath a golden sun
that seemed to shine only for them.

They shared journeys,
discovered places never seen before,
and danced together,
clumsy yet tender steps,
reflecting the innocence of a young love.

Invisible sacrifices,
broken routines,
all for a moment closer.
It was a love burning in secret,
yet its flame shone brighter than any public truth.

They knew it would not last,
for between them stood a wall:
faith and doubt,
two paths that never fully cross.
And still, they chose to live each instant
as if it were the last.

Now, he remembers the golden light of her hair,
the gentleness of her hands,
the laughter that turned the ordinary into magic.
She sought someone like him,
he celebrates her happiness,
but keeps within his chest the certainty:
it could have been him walking her to the altar.

Thus, between nostalgia and gratitude,
lives a love without a name,
a love that never was,
yet will never cease to burn in memory.