In the quiet echoes of her healing heart,
A girl I like, navigating through the art.
I see her pain, respect it from afar,
Yet, a conflict brews, like a distant star.
I honor her space, her time to mend,
Acknowledging the wounds, the need to transcend.
In shadows, I watch, a silent gaze,
While another eases her healing phase.
Someone else holds her in comforting embrace,
A role I wished for, a bittersweet chase.
Respecting her journey, I stand aside,
Yet, a longing within, I can't hide.
She finds solace in another's care,
A twist of fate, a love to bear.
I'll wait in the wings, with respect and grace,
Hoping time aligns for our embrace.

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