Variables – dwindling
Caressed her face
Under the willow we lay,
Wind – it blew, ever go gentle

It seemed to last and eternity
Did I want it to end?
I think not – nor did she
Blissful, under the midsummer moon

Fate – cruel, it was
Tore us apart – limb by limb

Our forever ended abruptly
Despite it – we hung on, with a thread
A silver lining, it’d seem
Our cloud – it was tearing apart

The face, etched in my memoir
She was mine – and I was her
A broken love story
Cracked

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