In youth's tender grasp, we danced, carefree,

Unaware of the wounds, the silent plea.

Hearts wounded, yet hoping to be set free,

Bound by a love that was never meant to be.



Too blind, too obstinate, we held on tight,

One spoke in hurt, the other in spite.

A painful dance, through day and night,

Yet one chose to stay, despite the fight.


Now, in the autumn of days long gone,

The scars remain, a lingering dawn.

Time's cruel hand, it marches on,

Leaving a love once bright, now drawn.


To understand the wounds, it took too long,

A love so right, yet gone so wrong.

Echoes of pain, a siren's song,

In the symphony of a love that's gone.