In love's sweet tale, a cherished favor we find,
As our hearts part in the twilight's blue hue.
Once bloomed, now departed, leaving naught behind,
Could an artist paint the scene so fair and true?
Oh, how I yearn to hold the truth unseen,
Yet love endures, though time may play its game.
Swift decline of love, the tale it weaves, between
A flickering flame, a wisp of smoke's aim.
But now in the depths of our feelings, we find,
Our love, though dimmed, still shines with might.
O beloved, recall the bond still etched in mind,
In shadows past, it glows with sincere light.
Though you've moved on to another's bosom,
My love for you abides in the time to come.
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