“Fatality of love”

In the garden where the wild hearts grew,  
Where laughter tumbled with the dew—  
A shadow came and softly fell,  
A final word, an unheard bell.  

Petals drifted from trembling stems,  
Perfume faded from diadems,  
Promises whispered, now shades in the air,  
Ghosts of affection suspended there.  

Once, your hand, my lifeline, wove  
Stars from the fragile threads of love—  
Now dusk has claimed their silver dance,  
And memory burns with a lover’s trance.  

How silently the seasons turned,  
Soft embers into ashes burned.  
We built our truth, and watched it yield  
To silence in the autumn field.  

One last slow waltz, one broken vow—  
The fatal hush that deepens now.  
Yet in this ruin, something stays:  
A lesson built from ending days.  

For love that falls—though hearts may break—  
Leaves wildflowers blossoming in its wake.  
And though it perishes, sweet and dear,  
Its fatal beauty lingers near.

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