You were a labyrinth into which I ventured with desire

You were a labyrinth into which I ventured with desire, the threads of your words weaving me tightly, a mortal caught in an endless tragedy, a myth. Each kiss was an elegy of falling stars, each touch, a funeral song of the deep night. You wore your sadness like a crown of shadows, and I—your destined fool—bowed under its cursed brilliance. Tell me, beloved: if love is a crucible of destiny, was my heart the precious ore you refined, or the forgotten dross cast into the winds of oblivion? And even now, I wear your absence like a mantle of burning fire— a seal of ruin woven into my soul, which I cannot unravel.