In the realm of twilight dreams, where shadows play and nothing seems,
A love was born, so fierce, so bright, it turned the darkest night to light.
It whispered sweet, in honeyed tones, through ancient woods and over stones,
A love so deep, it carved the earth, defying measures of its worth.
This love, it danced on silvered dew, with steps so light, as if it flew,
Addictive rush, a siren’s call, it beckoned hearts to rise and fall.
Lucid love, a painter’s hue, with strokes so bold yet tender too,
It drew two souls into its trance, within its rhythm, they’d romance.
A love so profound, it seemed not real, a sculpted ideal none could steal,
It promised forever in a day, in whispered vows they’d softly say.
But as the dawn began to break, and lovers’ eyes did slowly wake,
The truth unveiled a somber scene, a love not real, just a dream.
For in the light of stark, cold day, the magic love did fade away,
The passion that once set ablaze, was naught but a hypnotic haze.
A tale of love, so grand, so vast, was but a shadow, never to last,
A dream of what could never be, a love lost to eternity.
So here we stand, with open eyes, beneath the vast, unyielding skies,
The love we thought would never end, was just a mirage around the bend.
A lesson learned, a heart that yearns, for true love’s touch, it still burns,
But wiser now, we understand, not all love’s real, nor as planned.
In the end, this love’s not true, a fantasy that we outgrew,
A chapter closed, a story done, a fleeting love, like setting sun.
Yet in its wake, a hope does bloom, beyond the love that met its doom,
For real love waits, patient, kind, a truth we’ll one day surely find.
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