The Ephemeral Bloom of Love's Elysium

Love's tender bloom, a fleeting, transient grace, A rapturous dream, a seraphic delight, Where hearts entwined in an amorous embrace, Find solace in the moon's ambrosial light. But passion's fire, though ardent and intense, Can wane and dwindle, like a fading star, Leaving behind a melancholic pretense, Of joy that once soared, now forever afar. For love's elysium, a verdant domain, Where bliss and rapture eternally reside, Is but a mirage, a phantasmal refrain, Where fleeting joys on fickle wings preside. Yet, though it fades, its memory remains, A poignant echo, whispering of past refrains.