I loved her with a daring heart,
The kind of love most people never hear about.
I gave without counting, trusted without doubting,
And believed every single word she spoke.
When I spoke about future, I saw it clearly,
Like a road already waiting for our footsteps.
I believed in her dreams, her plans, her words,
As if they were truths written in stone.
When life stumbled, I had patience.
Then it broke me completely,
Even when my heart had small doubts,
To me, love meant staying.
It meant trying again, and again.
It meant believing that if you cared enough,
People will change and see our hearts.
The more I tried to hold us together,
The more she made me feel like I was the mistake.
My efforts became invisible,
My pain became easy to ignore.
Words I spoke from the heart
Met silence, pride, and excuses.
What I gave with open heart,
felt like something she took for granted.
And now I carry all to my grave,
Not as regret but as my truth.
Even if she never saw my heart.
I loved her fully, truly and really.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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