Whispers of Love and Shadows of Pain

In the soft touch of melody, hearts softly sway, Notes dance like whispers, where dreams choose to play. A serenade lingers, on the edge of the night, As stars weave their stories, in silver and light. Yet harsh is the truth, when the daylight breaks, For love, oh sweet love, is a tempest that shakes. Bitten by Cupid, with arrows so swift, We ride on the currents of passion’s cruel gift. In gardens where roses unfurl with delight, Thorns lurk in the shadows, concealed from the light. Bliss drapes like silk, but the seams come undone, With every soft promise, the battles begun. A heart wrapped in hope, so tender, so fine, Meets the wreckage of trust in the grand design. For echoes of laughter can fade into sighs, As love wears its armor, but love wears its lies. And then, the nothing, a quiet retreat, Where dreams turn to dust beneath weary feet. In the silence that follows, the heart learns to mend, But always remembers the love that won’t end. So here in the twilight, where melody flows, We dance through the shadows that longing bestows. With each note a memory, each beat a refrain, The soft touch of love, and the shadows of pain.