When the Time Is Wrong - Poem

 When the Time Is Wrong

I met your eyes, the world stood still,

A spark ignited, against my will.

Yet fate was cruel, the hours unkind,

A dream half-lived, left far behind.

Do I release you, let you be free,

To chase the joy you deserve, not me?

Or should I wait through passing years,

Hoping you'll find me through the tears?

Love is a river, it bends, it flows,

It leaves us wonder, but never shows.

The heart must choose, though torn apart—

To hold, to let go, both break the heart.

So I whisper softly into the night,

May your path be warm, your stars be bright.

And if time allows, if fate is true,

I’ll meet again, and walk with you.