In shadows deep, where moonlight weeps,
A tale unfolds, of love that sleeps.
A heart once whole, now torn apart,
In the gallery of pain, a broken art.
Whispers linger, like echoes of a sigh,
Love's melody, now a mournful cry.
Promises shattered, like glass on the floor,
A love story written, forever no more.
The stars bear witness to the tears that fall,
As memories echo in the silent hall.
A dance of dreams, now a solitary waltz,
In the garden of love, wilted and false.
Yet, in the wreckage, resilience takes flight,
A broken heart still yearns for the light.
Through fractured pieces, strength is found,
A healing journey, on hallowed ground.
So let time be the mender, of wounds unseen,
As the broken heart learns to love again.
In the mosaic of scars, a tale is impart,
Of a soul reborn from a shattered heart.
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Your words express a deep sense of loss and sorrow that is palpable and moving."