The senses bound, the eyes veiled tight,
A flower in hand that no longer blooms bright.
Its beauty unheeded, a feeling once clear,
Now the scent is a whisper, the memory seared.
Love has faded, like leaves in the breeze,
Withered, near forgotten, though deep within me.
A shadow of longing, now tenderly blown,
A reminder of all that slips from the throne.
The emptiness within, a darkened space,
The echo of love, a faint, distant trace.
A whisper of yesterday, now lost in the air,
A longing that’s silent, as time doesn’t care.
But in this darkness, a spark starts to grow,
Where all else fades, new love begins to flow.
And from this depth, this endless night,
Hope unfurls again, like a dream’s gentle light.
