Poetry! How I wish you could Love me differently. Part 1

The moon, a sliver of pearl, hangs witness in the night,
As I trace your name with a fingertip, bathed in pale light.
A sigh escapes, a wisp of longing in the air,
For a love that blooms in sunshine, not just the moonlit lair.

We dance in shadows, a secret ballet, hearts entwined,
But the music yearns for a melody the world won't find.
Stolen glances, hushed whispers, a love that can't take flight,
Aching for a canvas painted in hues both warm and bright.

How I wished you could love me differently, not in stolen hours,
Where stolen kisses taste bittersweet, leaving behind regretful showers.
I crave a love that shouts our names, a symphony bold and true,
A love that walks hand-in-hand, beneath skies of endless blue.

Perhaps it's selfish, this yearning in my soul,
But wouldn't it be magical, a love that makes us whole?
To hold you close in daylight, not just in the hush of night,
To whisper sweet nothings bathed in the sun's golden light.
Maybe in another lifetime, the stars will realign,
Our paths will converge, a love truly divine.

But for now, I cherish these stolen moments, fleeting and so rare,
Hoping that someday, our love story will breathe untainted air.
I see the tenderness in your eyes, a flicker of what could be,
A yearning for something more, a love eternally free.

But the weight of circumstance holds us back, a tangled web we weave,
Leaving us on opposite shores, yearning hearts that can't believe.
Is this a love story destined for the pages of a forbidden tome?
A love that burns brightest in the darkness, never to find a home?
Oh, the irony of it all, a love that feels so right,
Yet forever trapped in the shadows, bathed in the moon's dim light.

I paint dreams in shades of hope, where whispers turn to shouts,
Where stolen moments transform into love that life endows.
But reality casts a long shadow, a truth I can't erase,
That your love for me exists in a different time and space.

Would that love could transcend the boundaries we hold so dear?
Could we rewrite the script, erase the lines filled with fear?
I dream of a future where whispers become a roar,
Where our love story unfolds, on a sun-drenched foreign shore.
Perhaps someday, the walls will crumble, the boundaries will fall,
And our love will take flight, answering love's sacred call.

But until then, I'll cherish these moments, bittersweet as they may be,
A love that exists in whispers, a love forever yearning to be free.
I know I shouldn't crave what can't be, shouldn't chase a distant star,
But the human heart is a fickle thing, yearning from afar.

There's a beauty in our clandestine love, a secret symphony,
But a bittersweet ache that whispers, "This wasn't meant to be."
So I'll hold onto the hope that flickers like a candle's flame,
That someday, our love will find a way, whispered not just in a name.
But for now, I'll treasure these moments, etched in memory's embrace,
A love story untold, a love for a different time and space.