New love

In the quiet of a heartache’s wake, You left me to mend the pieces, A world once vivid now opaque, With hope in fragments, slowly ceases. A month has passed, the shadows fade, When fate plays tricks, a chance arrives, A gentle hand, a kind cascade, New sparks alight where warmth survives. His smile—a soft and steady light, In darkest corners, sparks a glow, He brings the dawn to endless night, In tender moments, joy begins to grow. With every laugh and gentle touch, The pain of loss recedes away, I find that healing means so much, In the new embrace of each new day. So here’s to serendipity’s sweet song, To broken hearts that learn to mend, To finding love where you belong, And joy that comes around the bend.