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Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.

I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.

Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.

Tribulations of time led to a 
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a 
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.

There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion 
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed 
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses 
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame. 
Songs of passion we sang for us, 
escape as anthems of selfish games.

Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?

Within wilting vines where 
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying 
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts 
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare 
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.

I've lost and found you in 
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence 
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve 
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this 
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?

Perhaps this is just another 
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights 
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt 
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn 
silhouettes to depart.

The last star shines and 
bleeds broken hopes 
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding 
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings 
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize 
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to 
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.

Yet your clarity is forever 
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic 
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will 
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations 
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
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