In the twilight\'s tender, wistful embrace,
Where fading roses weep, their petals grace,
The ripples of our love, like whispered sighs,
A tale of passion, tinged with tearful skies.
The moon, a melancholic, silver sphere,
Now cloaked in sorrow\'s shroud, it sheds a tear,
Upon the stage where we, as lovers, tread,
In life\'s grand play, where destinies have bled.
Above, the stars, like teardrops in the night,
Reflect the ache within our souls\' frail light,
As if to say, \"This love, now dimly lit,
Shall linger on, though fate and time submit.\"
Within the garden, where my heartache grew,
Among the fading roses, I found you,
A beauty born of sorrow\'s sweet embrace,
Enchanted me with melancholic grace.
Your voice, a melody of fading dreams,
A requiem of love, or so it seems,
A serenade of loss, a whispered plea,
To hold you close in fading memory.
Like Cressida cried, \"Troilus\" in a regretful sound,
As the fading roses fell upon the ground,
And there I stood, bereft, beneath love\'s haze,
In that lamenting hour\'s bewildering maze.
The scent of roses, bittersweet despair,
As love\'s cruel fate left us in disrepair,
In your fading eyes, a universe unfurled,
Two lovers torn within the fading world.
Your hand, like petals, slipping from my touch,
To watch our love fade away, it hurts so much,
A final kiss, our lips in mournful play,
As night and day embraced in shades of gray.
In the garden of fading memories,
Where moon and stars now weep with mysteries,
Our love endures, a tale of sweet lament,
A timeless verse, by fading roses sent.
The nightingale, with song so full of rue,
Did sing of love, as lovers sadly do,
And in that garden, \'neath the fading moon,
We danced to nature\'s melancholic tune.
Though time may pass, and love\'s light starts to wane,
In the hallowed halls of loss and pain,
Our spirits linger, bound by destiny,
In love\'s eternal grip, forever free.
Oh, let us dwell within this sacred space,
Where love transcends the bounds of time and place,
In the elegy of fading roses\' grace,
Our love abides, in this enduring chase.
The stars, the moon, the garden\'s mournful air,
Shall ever witness love beyond compare,
In the elegy of fading roses\' lore,
Our love, a flame that death can\'t ever bore.
And as the years do weave their threads of gray,
Our love, undying, steadfast, finds its way,
To bloom in every season, every clime,
An everlasting ode to love\'s grand chime.
Though time may pass, and love\'s light starts to wane,
In the hallowed halls of loss and pain,
Our spirits linger, bound by destiny,
In love\'s eternal grip, forever free.
Oh, let us dwell within this sacred space,
Where love transcends the bounds of time and place,
In the elegy of fading roses\' grace,
Our love abides, in this enduring chase.
The stars, the moon, the garden\'s mournful air,
Shall ever witness love beyond compare,
In this elegy of fading memory’s\' lore,
Our love, a flame that death can\'t ever bore.