Haunting Love

In the still of night, where shadows play, A specter's heart beats, lost in dismay. For once it loved, with a fire so bright, Now it wanders alone, in the absence of light. The ghost of a touch, a whisper of lips, Haunts the lover's soul, as time slips. Eternal longing, a desire unmet, A love so deep, it ensnares like a net. "Come back to me," the phantom implores, To the beloved who walks the living shores. But silence answers, a void so cruel, In the realm of the dead, love is but a ghoul. Yet still it yearns, through the veil of death, Breathing memories with its ethereal breath. A haunting love, that refuses to die, An undying flame, in the afterlife's sigh. So beware the love that never finds rest, It lingers on, an unwelcome guest. For even in death, the heart will pine, A haunting love, both cursed and divine.