Yours Truly

Grapes of Angst

In a quaint winery nestled amidst rolling vineyards,
Lived a passionate painter, lost in his art.
A soul tormented, his heart aching with longing,
Seeking solace in rose tea, a love torn apart.

She, a delicate rose petal, once his muse,
Sipped on her tea, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Their love, once vibrant like the vineyard's bloom,
Faded away, leaving them both hollow.

Their paths crossed amidst the scent of aged wine,
He captured her essence on his canvas with care.
She was his inspiration, his brushstrokes divine,
But their love, like a painting, began to wear.

The winery's charm couldn't mend their broken bond,
As they sipped tea, words unspoken, hung in the air.
The painter's heart, consumed by shadows of doubt,
And her eyes, once bright, now held a distant stare.

One day, as the sun set over the vineyard's horizon,
They sat together, their hearts heavy with despair.
Rose tea filled their cups, bitter-sweet like their love,
A final sip, a farewell, a silent prayer.

He painted her portrait, tears mingling with paint,
A masterpiece of pain, longing, and regret.
Their love, now a memory, locked in a frame,
The winery echoed with echoes of love they once met.

And so, they parted ways, like the leaves in fall,
The painter's heart, forever marked by the pain.
The winery stood witness to their anguished love,
As rose tea stained their souls, forever stained.