Be tender, my love, as night unfolds,
While whispers of dreams grow faint and cold.
Your laughter once wove stars in my skies,
Now fades like the echo of soft goodbyes.
If you must leave, tread gentle and slow,
Like twilight that kisses the earth below.
But should you stay, be my constant flame,
A warmth without burn, a love without name.
Teach my heart patience in love’s endless fight,
As shadows embrace the lingering light.
For even in ruins, I'll softly aspire,
To love you through silence, through ash, through desire.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:15 AM UTC
Be tender, my love, as night unfolds,
While whispers of dreams grow faint and cold.
Your laughter once wove stars in my skies,
Now fades like the echo of soft goodbyes.
If you must leave, tread gentle and slow,
Like twilight that kisses the earth below.
But should you stay, be my constant flame,
A warmth without burn, a love without name.
Teach my heart patience in love’s endless fight,
As shadows embrace the lingering light.
For even in ruins, I'll softly aspire,
To love you through silence, through ash, through desire.
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