In the quiet of the night, love whispers softly,
A melody entwined with echoes of the past,
Hearts flutter like leaves in the autumn breeze,
Yet beneath the surface, shadows cast.

The tender touch that once ignited fire,
Now lingers with a chill of forgotten dreams,
Eyes that spoke volumes now gaze afar,
Searching for solace in silent streams.

Love’s embrace, a bittersweet waltz,
Where joy and sorrow dance hand in hand,
Each step a reminder of moments lost,
On the sands of time, we make our stand.

Yet amid the ruins, hope dares to bloom,
A fragile flower in the heart’s domain,
For love and pain, inseparable, consume,
In their dance, we find strength to remain.