In the realms of hearts uncharted,
Where love's whispers softly dance,
There blooms a tale, unrequited,
Of Harry and dear Charlotte's chance.

From the moment their paths did cross,
A friendship tender, pure and rare,
In Harry's soul, affection embossed,
Charlotte's radiance beyond compare.

Like a gentle stream, his love did flow,
Yet masked beneath friendship's veil,
He cherished moments, keen and slow,
Adoring Charlotte, without avail.

Her laughter, a symphony divine,
Her kindness, a beacon so profound,
He yearned for love's light to align,
Yet in silence, his heart was bound.

For Charlotte, oblivious to his dream,
Remained a guardian of their bond,
Her heart, entwined in friendship's gleam,
While Harry's love lamented, fond.

Through seasons painted by sweet regret,
He braved the tides of passion's strife,
Though fate vowed their paths never to connect,
He honored love's shadows, till the end of life.

So let this tale immortalize,
The longing that Harry dared endure,
For one-sided love, its pain, its guise,
Inspiring hearts, forever obscure.