Pining Side bit

 The clock ticks on, a cruel jest of fate,

Right love, wrong time, a bitter, tangled state.

A heart divided, a loyalty torn,

Between the vows sworn, and a love reborn.

 

He stands, a partner, bound by solemn ties,

Yet yearning for a love that in his soul lies.

Another soul, a flame that burns so bright,

Their presence a beacon in the darkest night.

 

He knows he's wrong, a traitor to his vow,

Yet can't deny the passion burning now.

He walks a tightrope, a precarious dance,

Between duty and desire, a painful trance.

 

He yearns for freedom, to cast off the chains,

To embrace the love that truly sustains.

But fear holds him captive, a silent, icy grip,

The consequences of his choice, a terrifying slip.

 

He's torn, a battle raging in his soul,

A desperate plea for a way to make things whole.

Is it right to break a vow, to chase a dream,

Or to live in shadows, a life that's not what it seems?

 

He chooses the wrong, the path he knows is flawed,

For a chance at love, a gift he can't afford.

He'll live with the guilt, the consequences he'll face,

But for a moment, love's embrace, he'll find his place.