Love Wears a Funeral Veil

Love and sorrow walk as one, A bond unbroken, never undone. For every kiss, a tear will fall, A whispered ache, a lover’s call. The heart that loves must bear the weight, Of joy entwined with sorrow’s fate. For love is cruel, it does not spare, It lingers long, yet leaves despair. It wears a veil, it hums a tune, A melody of love and ruin. Its hands are silk, its lips are fire, It sings of hope, then buries desire. A lover’s touch, a mourner’s cry, A love that lives, yet begs to die. It carves its name in skin and stone, It builds a throne, then sits alone. For every vow, a wound is made, A promise carved, a price unpaid. Yet in the dark where sorrow stays, Love still lingers, love still sways. It wears a veil, it hums a tune, A melody of love and ruin.