In the shadows of my heart's inkwell,
Where love's verses once brightly dwelled,
Now linger echoes of sweet despair,
A tragic tale of love laid bare.
Upon the parchment of our dreams,
We penned a love, or so it seemed,
But fate's cruel hand tore us apart,
Leaving naught but tears and a broken heart.
In whispered tones of midnight's breeze,
Our promises danced among the trees,
Yet time, relentless, played its part,
Driving a wedge through this fragile art.
The inkwell weeps its ebony tears,
As memories fade with passing years,
Each drop a testament of what was lost,
A love too beautiful, too high a cost.
In solitude, I seek your face,
But find only echoes in this desolate place,
The quill lays silent, no more to write,
Our love extinguished, swallowed by night.
So here I stand with pen in hand,
A love immortal, but now unmanned,
In the shadows of my heart's inkwell,
Where bittersweet whispers forever dwell.
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PoetryUnraveling the Tapestry of Emotion and Exploring the Mysteries of the Heart (I'll try to write a poem everyday)