In a garden where roses bloom with grace,
Two hearts entwined, in a tender embrace.
The sun shone bright, the skies were clear,
But life has ways to bring us tears.

Love was strong, a flame that burned,
Yet seasons changed, and tables turned.
The laughter faded, smiles grew thin,
A silent storm brewed deep within.

Nights grew cold, as distance crept,
Memories lingered, but promises wept.
A whispered goodbye, with eyes that plead,
The heart remembers, though it bleeds.

For love and loss are intertwined,
A fragile dance of hearts and minds.
Though time may heal, and wounds may close,
The soul still whispers, where love arose.