In the realm of love, where tears intertwine,
A melancholy tale, aching hearts define.
A poem of sorrow, etched with bittersweet ink,
A symphony of longing, a love on the brink.
Once bloomed a love, vibrant and bright,
But now it withers, like a fading light.
Promises whispered, like the wind's gentle sigh,
Now shattered fragments, as love waves goodbye.
The laughter we shared, now echoes of the past,
Lost in the shadows, memories won't last.
A tender touch, once a source of delight,
Now an ache in the heart, a sleepless night.
The distance between us, an insurmountable wall,
Aching souls yearning for love's sweet call.
Words left unspoken, hearts torn apart,
A tragic love story, a broken work of art.
The tears fall silently, like rain from above,
Each drop a reminder of a lost love.
In the depths of despair, we search for a way,
To mend the pieces, to brighten love's gray.
But sometimes, love's wounds refuse to heal,
Leaving behind an emptiness that time won't seal.
Aching hearts left to wander, lost and astray,
In the realm of sad love, where tears pave the way.
So let this sad love poem be a solemn vow,
To honor the pain, to grieve and allow.
For in the depths of sorrow, strength will arise,
A bittersweet beauty, as love's phoenix flies.
Though the heart may break, love still remains,
A beacon of hope through life's endless pains.
So let us carry this sadness, embrace the ache,
For even in sorrow, love's essence won't break.
