In the quiet of the night, whispers softly weep,
Shadows of memories in the silence creep.
Love, once a vibrant flame, now a dying ember,
Heartache’s tender touch, forever to remember.

The days are long, filled with endless sighs,
Searching for solace in the azure skies.
Once intertwined, now severed apart,
The pain of love lost, a relentless art.

Dreams that were woven with threads of gold,
Now unravel, leaving stories untold.
The heart’s lament, a sorrow profound,
In the echoes of love, where pain is found.

Yet in this sorrow, a strength is born,
From the ashes of love, a heart reborn.
Though heartache lingers like a haunting song,
In time, the heart will once again grow strong.