Beneath the fleeting twilight skies,
A youthful heart clings to whispers, lies.
Her smile, a beacon of gilded grace,
Yet logic fades in her fleeting embrace.
Threads of hope, so delicately spun,
Tethered to shadows that turn and run.
Promises woven in the tapestry of air,
Fraying with time, vanishing unaware.
The world once narrowed to a single gaze,
Lost in the haze of infatuation’s maze.
But love, they say, should nourish the soul,
Not leave it yearning to feel whole.
In fragile moments, truths softly bloom,
That joy’s a garden we each must groom.
No need to anchor where storms reside,
For love will flow with the changing tide.
Step by step, the weight unwinds,
Leaving space for lighter minds.
And someday soon, when stars align,
The truest heart will intertwine.
So let go, let live, let healing unfold,
A brighter love awaits ... untamed, bold.
-AAA