In whispered winds, a shadowed doubt, A heart concealed, a voice without. In spoken words, sincerity veils, Yet in my mind, the echo fails. Lip service to a graceless dance, Where truth and façade in balance prance. "I love you" floats on fragile air, But trust has fled, unsure, unaware. How do I say the unhad truth, In quiet glances, proof upon proof? Your echoes warm, but fleeting seem, Like moonlit whispers in a dream. The texture of affection's touch, Seems soft to clasp, yet fades to much. This tale we weave, a sweet charade, In truth, I linger, long dismayed.