In the garden of colors, where flowers bloom so bright,
I found my love's betrayal hidden within the night.
With blindness to her deception, my heart was torn apart,
Through dreams of passion lost, I now roam in endless plight.
The roses whispered secrets of her clandestine affair,
Their petals stained with sorrow, the pain beyond repair.
Each thorn a sharp reminder of the love that once was true,
Now drowned in tears of sadness, in shadows of despair.
Remorseful winds caress me, carrying echoes of her lies,
Yet still, I hold onto the memories, beneath these stormy skies.
For love is blind and forgiving, it knows not how to hate,
In dreams of her embrace, my heart forever flies.
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