In the echoes of our shared history's call,
Moments painted with hues, memories enthrall.
Yet truth's gaze reveals, we never kissed,
Souls entwined, in silence, they subsist.
Whispers softly sigh, of what could be,
Hearts dancing beneath the sky, free.
Lips ne'er met in passion's fiery claim,
Yet our bond, unspoken, remains the same.
Through time's corridors, we softly tread,
In memories' tapestry, our love's thread.
Where love once sprouted, now seeds of doubt,
Yet beauty lies in what we're still about.
It might seem we had history's gleam,
Moments describe us, or so it may seem.
But truth be told, we never did partake,
Wake from the dream, for love's sake.
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 4:04 AM UTC
In the echoes of our shared history's call,
Moments painted with hues, memories enthrall.
Yet truth's gaze reveals, we never kissed,
Souls entwined, in silence, they subsist.
Whispers softly sigh, of what could be,
Hearts dancing beneath the sky, free.
Lips ne'er met in passion's fiery claim,
Yet our bond, unspoken, remains the same.
Through time's corridors, we softly tread,
In memories' tapestry, our love's thread.
Where love once sprouted, now seeds of doubt,
Yet beauty lies in what we're still about.
It might seem we had history's gleam,
Moments describe us, or so it may seem.
But truth be told, we never did partake,
Wake from the dream, for love's sake.