Your stormy tides erase my sandcastle pride,
A jazz **** breaks where the silence once lied.
Your moist earth cradles my seed, our heart’s noontide,
Improv wails as the reverb collides.
Our love, once shadowed, glows with dawn’s new light,
Within, a thousand tiny flames aspire.
Once storm-dark night, now shines with rainbow’s delight,
Our love’s tide swells, a choir of soft fire.
Yet still I wonder, does love’s hope burn bright?
Was it the sacrifice or love’s own starlight?
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 5:36 PM UTC
Your stormy tides erase my sandcastle pride,
A jazz **** breaks where the silence once lied.
Your moist earth cradles my seed, our heart’s noontide,
Improv wails as the reverb collides.
Our love, once shadowed, glows with dawn’s new light,
Within, a thousand tiny flames aspire.
Once storm-dark night, now shines with rainbow’s delight,
Our love’s tide swells, a choir of soft fire.
Yet still I wonder, does love’s hope burn bright?
Was it the sacrifice or love’s own starlight?
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