Ask AI: Can you write a poem about unrequited love

In the reign of silence, beneath the star-dusty night, There lies a tale of a heart, hidden from sight. A heart that hums a melody of love so pure, Yet the echoes return, becoming its only cure. A lover, he stands, his heart in his hand, His affections like grains of the finest sand. He offers them all, in a whispering breeze, But they are carried past her, lost among the trees. She dances through life, light as a feather, Caught in her own world, oblivious of the weather. His heart calls to her, in rhythm and rhyme, Yet his love song fades, lost in time. In her laughter, his hopes momentarily flutter, In their fleeting moments, his heart begins to stutter. His love, a symphony that ascends the sky, Yet unheard, a harmony lost to her sigh. His heart, a petal lost in the wind’s playful riot, An unacknowledged love, consigned to quiet. Every glance, a dream, every word a treasured token, But his love remains a tale left unspoken. Unrequited, yet not unfulfilled, the lover's vow, For true love asks not for return, but lives in the now. His heart's candle burns bright, though its light goes unseen, A Beacon of hope, in his world, serene. So this is the tale, of a love so requited, Unseen, unheard, unappreciated, unrequited. Fear not, the lonely heart, in its silvery glow, For the greatest love, sometimes, rests in shadow.