The Fog of Love

The world blurs soft, a hazy dream,

Where edges fade, reality unseen.

A lover's gaze, a whispered word,

A fog descends, unheard, unheard.

Sunlight slants, a muted gleam,

Through cotton clouds that intertwine, a seam.

Reason's path, once clear and stark,

Replaced by whispers in the dark.

Laughter rings, a joyous chime,

In this new world, where faults don't climb

To mar the view, a perfect scene,

Painted by love, vibrant, pristine.

Flaws become endearing quirks,

Sharp edges softened, like ocean's swirls.

The past erased, a future bright,

Bathed in the glow of endless light.

Touch ignites, a sensual spark,

Every glance, a thrilling mark.

Time dissolves, a fleeting sigh,

Lost in the depths of a lover's eye.

Conversations flow like wine,

Sweet and heady, truly divine.

Vulnerability, a fragile bloom,

Offered freely, dispelling gloom.

The world outside, a distant hum,

Priorities shift, a kingdom won.

Every thought, a whispered prayer,

For stolen moments, a love to share.

Days turn to weeks, a blissful daze,

Lost in the fog, a lover's maze.

Promises whispered, etched in sand,

Forever bound, hand in hand.

But shadows lurk, a creeping chill,

As whispers turn, and doubts begin to fill

The space between, once filled with light.

A tiny seed, of darkness, taking flight.

A careless word, a fleeting frown,

The fog begins to thin, and settle down.

Flaws re-emerge, in harsh relief,

Sharp edges cut, a path of grief.

Disagreements spark, a heated word,

The echo lingers, long unheard.

Misunderstandings, tangled threads,

Weaving doubt where trust once spread.

Distance grows, a chilling space,

Empty eyes, no fond embrace.

The warmth of touch, a fading ember,

Replaced by silence, we can't remember.

The fog recedes, the world comes clear,

Harsh reality, a painful leer.

The promises, like sandcastles fall,

Leaving behind an empty sprawl.

Hearts break and mend, with scars that stay,

A memory lingers, of a brighter day.

The fog of love, a fleeting dream,

Leaving behind a world, not quite what it seemed.

Yet, in the ashes, lessons learned,

For love, though fragile, can be discerned.

A cautious heart, a wiser mind,

May find a love, more real, we can all find.

For in the fog, where senses blur,

We see the world, through love's own stir.

And though it fades, the heart's desire,

May guide us onwards, to a love that's fire.