A Love Stitched, A Flame Faded

She stitched her heart in silken thread,  

A vow unbroken, though hope bled

With quiet grace, a gift she sealed,  

From walls where whispered wounds were healed

Yet distant winds whispered him near,  

And his reply, like ice, unclear

That day, in tears, the hours crept slow,  

She waited for tides only fate could know,

Her love was flame; his, a shadowed show

He came with roses, hands open wide,  

Months passed, but the scars never died.  

The petals he offered whispered sweet,  

Yet her heart no longer skipped a beat.  

She watched in silence, a distant star,  

For karma had turned, and here they are

His roses wilted, her heart afar.