Lost Love

In twilight's tender hour, love whispered low,

Once bloomed beneath the ever-watching stars.

In hearts entwined, a dance of shadows slow,

Now echoes in the night, like distant cars.

In gardens where our whispered secrets lay,

The roses wilt, their petals fall like tears.

Each memory, a specter of dismay,

Parades through silent nights, awash with fears.

Yet in this aching void where love once thrived,

Where dreams like fleeting birds took wing and soared,

Lies beauty in the pain that we survived,

A testament to love once so adored.

Though lost, not all is gone, for in our hearts,

Love's echo lingers still, in broken parts.