Love, a delicate mist, gently fades away,
Unless cherished daily, with respect, come what may.

A hushed word, a soft touch, a soul truly heard,
These quiet devotions keep passion stirred.

When its essence dwindles, and coldness takes hold,
The once vibrant bond, a story untold.
A fading whisper, a sorrowful plea,
Lost words in the void, for no one to see.

Crying out, unheard, in a desolate space,
Far from any warmth, leaving no trace.
In this emptiness, where silence resides,
A bitter chill settles, where the heart hides.

Colors dim to gray, as hope slips by,
A fragile spirit breaking, beneath a vacant sky.
What once could blossom now withers, undone,
A quiet battle lost, before it's begun.

In shadowed struggles, where love might be revealed,
Just a dream, a mirage, in introspection concealed.
A phantom touch, a fleeting, ghost-like scent,
Of what was deeply loved, and what it all meant.

A chilling breeze sighs where passion once flew,
A silent sorrow, forever etched anew.
This thin vapor, a promise it couldn't keep,
A harsh lesson learned, while silent pains sleep.

Oh, why does love always pass me by?
Where can solace be found, before I die?
Am I bound to this life of sorrow and shame?
Or can I find genuine love, escaping this game,
And know if it's true, or just a cruel, empty claim?