In shadows where whispers hide,
A love once pure now torn apart,
Trust shattered beneath the tide,
Of deceit’s cold and cunning art.
The moon weeps in silent grief,
As stolen glances tell their tale,
Hearts bound by fragile belief,
Now lost in a storm’s fierce gale.
Promises fade like autumn leaves,
Beneath the weight of hidden lies,
In love’s garden, betrayal weaves,
Its thorns where truth slowly dies.
Yet hope remains, a distant star,
Guiding souls through nightâs despair,
To mend what infidelity scarred,
And find forgiveness in the air.