In the whispers of twilight’s hue, Where love’s tender tendrils grew, There stood a tale of bittersweet rhyme, Of the right person at the wrong time.
In the dance of fate’s elusive waltz, Two souls met, like two shooting stars, Their hearts aligned in cosmic chime, But tethered to the wrong timeline.
He, with dreams unspoken, bold, She, with secrets yet untold, Their paths crossed, a fleeting sign, Yet destiny whispered, “Not this time.”
For seasons changed, and tides did turn, But their love, alas, would forever yearn, In the depths of hearts, an eternal prime, The right person at the wrong time.
In the echoes of what could have been, A love story lost, a silent scene, But in the tapestry of life’s design, Their love remains, a timeless sign.
Though parted by the hands of fate, Their love transcends, it cannot abate, For in each other’s souls, they find, The right person, even in the wrong time.
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