Garden of our Love

In the garden of our love, once bloomed a rose,

Its petals vibrant, its fragrance, a prose.

But seasons change, and storms arrived,

Tearing apart the love that once thrived.

Your eyes, like stars, once bright in the night,

Now clouded with tears, lost in the fight.

We danced in the moonlight, our laughter so sweet,

Now echoes of silence, our hearts in defeat.

The promises whispered, like the breeze through the trees,

Now shattered and broken, carried away by the seas.

A love story written in the stars above,

Now reduced to ashes, the remnants of our love.

I trace the lines of your name with trembling hands,

In the sands of our memories, where love still stands.

Yet, we must part ways, like rivers that bend,

For a broken heart's journey, no maps can amend.

The echoes of your laughter, a haunting melody,

In the symphony of goodbye, played with such agony.

But let us be grateful for the moments we shared,

Even if love's tapestry is now torn and bared.

In the canvas of life, love's portrait may fade,

But the colors of healing, in time, will cascade.

For now, let us part with a bittersweet sigh,

As love's requiem whispers a tender goodbye.