A Chance Gone By

In your laughter, friendship blooms,
A dance of souls in fleeting rooms;
Love’s whisper in your softest gaze,
In your presence, my heart ablaze.

Yet loving you, in time unripe,
Casts a shadow, my heart in strife;
An unfinished poem; a confession remains,
In your absence, all in vain.

For it’s not pain nor sorrow that makes me cry;
It’s love. It’s kindness. A chance gone by.