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.
Copyright © Christy Gomillion | Year Posted 2024
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