a pity of ashes, were strewn well about
love lying in ruins, the fire burnt out

embers expired, the flame not living
smouldering heap, love's timber burnt out  

finished passion's taper, no visible flicker
ardor had lost its shine, all twas burnt out

no more elan for the two, the spark gone
love's crackling unheard, a flint had burnt out

verve's bright gusto did dissipate, as the days passed by
an ash mound within hearts, love's cinders all burnt out