Unspoken Flames

In halls of steel and whispered tone,Where duty ruled, and hearts stayed lone,A story bloomed in secret hue,A tale of love, intense and true.

His eyes would wander, seek, and chase,Through crowded rooms, across the space.But the moment they found her there,They stopped, they softened—love laid bare.

A simple “hi” was never plain,It held a spark, a sweet refrain.A lingering “bye” was laced with fire,A silent plea, a deep desire.

In meetings long where voices swayed,He listened not—his heart had strayed.And after all was said and done,He’d find a way to speak just one.

An excuse so thin, a task so light,Yet in his voice, a pull, a bite.“Come aside, there’s work to see,”But all he craved was her company.

At lunch, beside her, he would sit,His stolen glances—soft, yet lit.While she would speak, her mind unbound,He watched, bewitched, without a sound.

Her laughter rang—a melody rare,And when she turned, he wasn't there.But when she looked away once more,His gaze returned, as strong as before.

And when another called her name,A jealous shadow dimmed his flame.He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw,Yet in his heart, he felt the claw.

For none should steal the glance she gave,None should have the time he craved.And though his lips could never say,His eyes would speak in their own way.

They noticed him—his colleagues stared,For he was one who never cared.Yet here he was, so changed, so new,A man bewitched, a heart unglued.

But only she could feel the storm,The heat within his eyes so warm.She knew his steps, his careful art,The way he held her in his heart.

No weight was hers, no heavy load,For he ensured she had a road,Without the toil, without the pain,For in her joy, he lived again.

A love unspoken, fierce yet shy,A whispered dream, a longing sigh.A story written without a name,Yet burned within, an endless flame.