A love's fading flame
In the beginning, a tale so sweet,
A love blossomed, oh, what a treat.
He painted dreams, of us together,
Promises made, to last forever.
His words, they wove a golden thread,
In his embrace, I found solace, not dread.
But as time passed, his touch grew cold,
His love, once fiery, now timid and old.
I chased his love, like a fleeting dream,
But in his eyes, no love did gleam.
He held me close, yet kept me at bay,
His silence spoke, of love's decay.
A friend he became, in times of need,
Embracing my heart, with care and heed.
Yet beneath the surface, a truth did lie,
His love, a mirage, bidding goodbye.
Now tired of chasing, love's fading flame,
I sense the embers, whispering my name.
For in his silence, I find my release,
To let go of love, and find my peace.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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