Echoes of a Shattered Heart

In the realm where shadows dance with light,
Where whispers of love once held so tight,
There lies a heart, fractured and torn,
A tale of love, now forlorn.

Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,
Two souls intertwined, hearts alight,
With promises whispered in the dead of night,
Dreams of forever, shining so bright.

But love, a fragile, fleeting art,
Can turn to sorrow, rend apart,
With echoes of laughter, now just a sigh,
A love once soaring, now asking why.

The dawn of love, so pure, so sweet,
Two hearts in rhythm, a perfect beat,
Eyes that sparkled with a shared delight,
Moments that glimmered, soft and light.

We danced on clouds, we sang with glee,
Bound by a love that felt so free,
Our hands entwined, a sacred tether,
A promise to cherish, now and forever.

Yet in the silence, shadows grew,
A creeping doubt, a shade of blue,
Words unspoken, fears concealed,
A rift within, a wound unhealed.

The days grew longer, nights more cold,
The fire that blazed began to fold,
In the echoes of love, we lost our way,
What once was bright, turned to grey.

You were the sun that lit my day,
The moon that guided, showed the way,
But storms rolled in, the skies turned dark,
Love's flame extinguished, left a mark.

Heartbreak, a tempest fierce and wild,
It took a love so sweet and mild,
With tears like rain, and sighs like thunder,
It tore apart, left us asunder.

I remember the touch of your gentle hand,
The way your eyes could understand,
But now those memories bring only pain,
A love once pure, now just a stain.

The songs we sang, now silent lies,
A love that soared, now only cries,
In the hollow echoes of our past,
A love that we believed would last.

Yet in this heart, despite the sorrow,
A seed of hope, a new tomorrow,
For love, though broken, finds a way,
To heal, to mend, to light the day.

In the ruins of what once was bright,
There blooms a flower in the night,
For hearts that break, can find a way,
To love again, another day.

Through the tears and endless strife,
The pain that cuts as sharp as knife,
There lies a strength, a will to mend,
A hope that broken hearts can blend.

For love, despite its cruel facade,
Is the sweetest pain that we applaud,
A journey through the dark and light,
A dance with shadows, a quest for sight.

So here I stand, in the aftermath,
Of love and heartbreak’s winding path,
With scars that tell of battles fought,
And dreams that pain could not have bought.

I’ll love again, this heart will soar,
Though now it aches, forevermore,
For love, though fragile, fierce and wild,
Is worth each tear, each sorrow mild.

In the echoes of this shattered heart,
Lie the seeds of a new start,
For every end, a dawn must rise,
A new love waiting, in disguise.

And so, with hope, this heart will mend,
To love anew, to once again defend,
For love is endless, love is true,
And heartbreak, a journey to renew.