Echoes of a Love Unwritten
The clock towers loom, a haunting chime,
A wish to rewind, to conquer time.
To rewrite pages stained with pain,
To wash away the hurtful rain.
If I could grasp that fleeting hour,
Before my actions turned love sour,
I'd cradle you in my gentle embrace,
And hold you in that sacred space.
More than a whisper, more than a dream,
I'd drown you in a love supreme,
And offer up, without a fight,
My bloody beating heart.
No longer fleeing, lost and blind,
From the devotion I would find
Within your soul, a burning pyre,
Fueled by an unyielding fire.
But time, a river, onward flows,
And in its current, no one knows,
If love, once broken, can repair,
And stand the test of time beyond the end.
Would our affections, stay strong and true,
Survive the ages, me and you?
Or drift away on desert winds,
Like scattered dust, where longing ends,
Like ancient sands, that is stuck in a fading trace,
Of love's lost echo in this place?
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