Tender Moments
My love, a flame that flickers low,
Though remnants dance, a poignant glow.
Yet rumination’s ceaseless flow,
A somber echo, haunts my soul.
In tender moments, shadows creep,
Whispering doubts, soft whispers weep.
The fear of loss, a haunting steep,
As reason’s grip begins to slip.
I long for respite, serenity’s grace,
But thoughts return, an endless chase.
They mock my hope with cruel embrace,
A bittersweet torment that won’t cease.
Yet, 'midst the haze, a flicker still,
Your radiant smile, a gentle thrill.
In fleeting glimpses, love’s essence spills,
A beacon in this melancholic mill.
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Amor
Dolor
