Young Love

In a meadow where the daisies bloom,
Two hearts found their place,
Young love blossomed, shed its gloom,
In a tender, sweet embrace.

Underneath the twilight skies,
They whispered dreams and vows,
Gazing deep in each other's eyes,
Their love like endless boughs.

Hands entwined, they faced the days,
With laughter, hope, and cheer,
Building castles in their gaze,
Their future bright and clear.

But fate, a weaver cold and stern,
Had threads of sorrow spun,
And in a twist, their world would turn,
From light to setting sun.

A storm arrived one fateful night,
With thunder's cruel roar,
It shattered dreams, stole their delight,
Left hearts forever sore.

One heart remained, in tears, to grieve,
A soul now torn in two,
A love that couldn't help but leave,
With skies no longer blue.

In the silence of the afterglow,
Where memories softly weep,
The echoes of a love now low,
In shadows, secrets keep.

A locket holds a photograph,
Of days when hearts were light,
A token of a love that laughed,
Before it faced the night.

The meadow now a solemn place,
Where whispers tell their tale,
Of young love's bloom, and its embrace,
And how it came to fail.

Yet in the stars, their love remains,
A beacon in the dark,
A testament to joy and pain,
Young love's enduring mark.

For though the end was steeped in woe,
And hearts were left to mend,
The beauty of their love will show,
It never truly ends.

Seasons passed, the years rolled by,
And time began to heal,
Yet deep within, a lingering sigh,
A scar that none could steal.

She'd walk the paths they once had known,
Her thoughts a bittersweet refrain,
In every flower, a love once grown,
In every drop of rain.

The village spoke in hushed tones,
Of love so pure, yet lost,
A tale that chilled them to the bones,
And hearts forever crossed.

The bell still tolled at eventide,
A mournful, gentle chime,
A reminder of the love that died,
Yet stood the test of time.

On stormy nights, she'd light a flame,
And place it by the pane,
In hope he'd see and know her name,
And ease her aching pain.

Yet in her dreams, he lived again,
With smiles and laughter sweet,
Together, free from worldly strain,
In realms where hearts could meet.

Now in the twilight of her years,
With hair of silver hue,
She speaks to him, through whispered tears,
To skies of endless blue.

And though the world may not recall,
The depth of love they shared,
Within her heart, he stands tall,
Forever loved and cared.

So here's to love that never dies,
Though life may tear apart,
In memories and starlit skies,
It lingers in the heart.

For love that's true will always find,
A way to shine anew,
In dreams, in whispers of the mind,
In every morning dew.

Thus ends the tale of young love's bloom,
Of joy and tragic bends,
A love that flourished 'neath the moon,
And knows it never ends.