The Twisted Dance of Hearts ©
         By Artemis Quill  2024
    “No complaints, overpowered with blessings”

In the quiet web of night, where shadows tread,
Two hearts collide, in silence unsaid,
A tale of lovers caught in fate's embrace,
For whom does love flow, and who shares its grace?

She watched him as he laughed — a spark adorned,
While he turned to her with gaze so warmed.
Yet they belonged to the wrong entwined hands,
Bound by rings of promises built on shifting sands.

Amidst the sweet blossoms of summer’s kind air,
They danced not with each other but felt solely despair.
A glance stolen here, a whisper from there;
Each night brought them closer to truths laid bare.

“Is it folly or fate?” a voice in her head cried,
“What manner of magic makes love slip and slide?
I feel it unfold like petals unfurling bloom,
Yet thorns pierce my heart; is this mixing my doom?”

He stood by her side with dreams that ignited—
Though their souls intertwined like satin ignited.
His shadow embraced her without defined lines,
While his heartcharted paths through unscripted designs.

“I crossed my arms tightly,” she whispered one night,
“To cage in this tempest that rages inside.
I’ve reached for your warmth, yet I crave for his touch;
My heart echoes trust yet lingers in doubt’s clutch.”

What divine irony sings softly at dawn?
As daylight spills colors with mysteries drawn.
Oh cruel twist of fate! A revelation so grave:
That magic can bind and break hearts still so brave!

To love your beloved while longing for none;
Swapping joy for confusion—two lovers just spun.
Their giggles cascade like an innocent song;
But each time they share warmth feels strangely wrong.

She dreams of his laughter as moonlight retreats;
And he ponders gently ’neath starlit repeats—
Of moments spent stolen from life’s twisting maze—
Not knowing their love shackled in deepening haze.

Oh! Sweet confusion! An epiphany grows:
Love cannot choose paths where the river flows;
It dances through echoes of mismatched geese flocks—
A tapestry woven in tenderly paradox.

“My heart may be restless,” thought he with a sigh;
“But I’m tethered to you as stars anchor the sky.”
“Your sweetness captivates while he tugs at my
seams,”—
But shadows don’t speak what reality deems!

And thus shall we wander through fields full of plight;
Letting passion ignite where darkness meets light.
For though love seems fleeting beneath life's vast dome,
Perhaps it unfolds amidst journeys unknown.

So let this confusion be laced onto dreams—
Where glimmers are glances lost always in streams.
In the eye of the chaos resides beauty untold—
Four hearts bound by secrets both thrilling and bold.

Let us cherish this riddle for love’s gentle reign:
As two couples ache deeply midst joy intertwined pain!