Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the sultry red.
The night in day’s disguise, failed to appall
Us the beauty etched in once and for all.

He convinced her of an eternity
Which fights to get past the uncertainty
That lies in the passage for both
But promises a universe parallel to save their oaths.

Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the sultry red.
The nights in day’s disguise are failing to appall
For what their hearts held onto before the downfall.

She took him under a wisteria tree that glowed
Beneath the stars that forebode,
A darkness ahead of their ephemeral moment
That lay awaiting for footprints broken.

Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the wintry red.
The night no longer wears a disguise
And now succeeds to tear them both and scandalise.