In the quiet moments of night’s embrace,
I feel the weight of a love misplaced.
The echoes of laughter, now distant and cold,
Whisper tales of a heart that was sold.

The promises made beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Have faded like stars in the morning’s show.
Memories linger, like shadows they cling,
To the fragments of a once golden ring.

Every breath taken is a silent plea,
For the return of a love that used to be.
Yet time marches on, indifferent and cruel,
Leaving behind a heartbroken fool.

As the sun rises on another lonely day,
I find strength in the pain, come what may.
For in the ashes of love’s fierce blaze,
Lies the hope of a new dawn’s gentle rays.