Three hearts turned like leaves in restless wind—

Alex, who watched with quiet grace,

Jordan, torn between the past and present,

And Taylor, haunted by a love not erased.

Alex reached with soft, unfolding trust,

While Jordan’s gaze flickered—caught in-between,

Drawn to Taylor’s wildfire past,

Yet warmed by Alex’s gentle routine.

Taylor stood still, lips sealed in pride,

But longing threaded every smile they gave.

All three danced on lines they could not see,

In love’s tight maze—no one truly brave