Geometry of love

In the universe of affection lived a solitary soul,
A man meant to be single, that was his destined role.
He journeyed across the sea of hearts, a lonely traveler was he,
Encountering three forms of love, in life’s complex geometry.

First, he met a tangent, a line that touched his life,
A dance of souls under the moon, a partner in fleeting strife.
Her laughter echoed in his dreams, their connection, a radiant spark,
But the compass of their love was lost, in the vast, uncharted dark.
Though they parted ways under the warming sun,
Their words still wander in the midnight air, a story left undone.

Then came the parallel, a phantom in his dreams,
A perfect match in every sense, yet beyond reach it seems.
A sonnet unwritten, a song unsung,
Two lines in harmony, yet in silence, they hung.
Though a mirror of his soul she was, their paths never twined,
A love unattainable, lost before it was defined.

Lastly, he found an asymptote, a love so tantalizingly near,
Their lips brushed in a stolen moment, creating an atmosphere.
But she was another’s comet, soaring in a different sky,
A mirrored reflection of his heart, yet destined to pass by.
Their story whispered in the willows, a love never to hold,
An eternal chase, nearing endlessly, but never bold.

In life’s grand tapestry, he remained a single thread,
Woven in solitude, where love had bled.
Tangent, parallel, asymptote — his partners were these three,
In his dance with destiny, in love’s elusive symphony.
Three chances at love, yet luck eluded his grasp,
In the geometry of heartbreak, he breathed his solitary gasp.

His tale is a testament to love’s complex mystery,
That sometimes, a solitary soul finds strength in his own symphony.