Once upon a fleeting dream, we met,
Two souls entwined, our hearts deeply set.
A journey beckoned, love\'s path so clear,
But vanities arose, filling us with fear.
I, lost in my ego\'s lofty domain,
Clutched my ticket, a symbol of my reign.
Blinded by pride, I failed to see,
The tender love unfolding before me.
My vanity, a mask of false allure,
Obscured the depths of love\'s purest pure.
Like a half-lacerated ticket, torn in two,
Our journey halted, dreams askew.
The maiden, adorned with grace untold,
Clutched her ticket, a treasure to behold.
Yet her vanity, like a weight of lead,
Weighed upon her heart, love\'s bloom unfed.
Yearning for adoration\'s sweet embrace,
She lost herself in a delicate chase.
Her ticket, once a token of desire,
Now a half-tattered remnant, consumed by fire.
Our paths entwined, a collision of pride,
Love\'s bittersweet waltz, where tears reside.
In the whirlwind of egos, we lost our way,
And tore our tickets, love\'s price to pay.
Separate now, our hearts bear the scars,
Nostalgic whispers of love\'s lost stars.
I, haunted by a half-lacerated ticket,
Regretting the vanity that led to this conflict.
The maiden, burdened by her shattered dream,
Wandering through love\'s melancholic stream.
Yearning for connection, a love now denied,
As her torn ticket whispers of love untried.
In retrospect, the truth we find,
Our vanities, like shackles that bind.
My pride and her longing, a painful embrace,
In the echoes of love, a haunting solace.
Memories of love\'s demise reside,
As we walk through the ruins, side by side.
Half-lacerated tickets, remnants of our past,
A poignant reminder of love\'s shadows cast.
Yet within our hearts, a flicker remains,
A longing for love\'s healing rains.
For in the retrospection of our tale,
Hope emerges, love\'s resilience prevails.
A half-lacerated journey, unfinished and torn,
A testament to the love that was born.
May we learn from the vanities that led us astray,
And find solace in love\'s transformative way.
For love, though fragile, can still endure,
Through the remnants of tickets torn pure.
In the haunting retrospect of our bittersweet lore,
Love\'s melody lingers, forevermore.