In the quiet of a moonlit night,
Where shadows whisper tales untold,
A heart once vibrant with delight,
Now feels the chill of love grown cold.
The echoes of laughter, faint and distant,
Linger like ghosts in the silent air,
Memories, once bright and persistent,
Fade into dreams of what was there.
Tears fall like stars on a midnight sea,
Each drop a story of love’s embrace,
Yet in the darkness, we cease to be,
Two souls adrift in endless space.
Yet hope remains, a fragile thread,
Woven through the tapestry of night,
For even in love’s sorrowful stead,
The heart finds courage to reignite.