Love's Nature's Melancholy

In the realm where love and nature meet,

A melancholy tale finds its retreat.

Amidst the whispers of the somber breeze,

A symphony of longing and heartache tease.

Beneath the moonlit sky, a love story blooms,

Entwined with nature's vibrant, fragrant plumes.

But alas! Fate's cruel hand weaves its spell,

And sorrow befalls, bidding love farewell.

The roses weep, their petals kissed by dew,

Like teardrops glistening, mourning love untrue.

The once vibrant meadows now wear a shroud,

As desolation's pallor spreads like a cloud.

Birds' melodies carry a sorrowful tune,

Their songs of longing fill the night, the noon.

The river weeps, its current whispers a tale,

Of love's sweet essence now lost, a fading trail.

Oh, nature mourns the absence of love's touch,

For every sunset now feels a bit too much.

The vibrant colors of the world turn grey,

As love's departure engulfs the light of day.

Yet amidst this desolation, hope remains,

For love and nature share eternal chains.

With every bloom that graces the forlorn land,

A reminder that love's touch can still withstand.

In every leaf that dances with the breeze,

A promise of healing, a gentle heart's ease.

Though sadness lingers in nature's embrace,

Love's resilience prevails, leaving a trace.

So let us cherish both love and nature's song,

For they entwine and help our hearts grow strong.

In sorrow's depths, we find beauty and grace,

A testament to love's enduring embrace.