My ghostly smile, within his weary gaze,
A stark reminder of our fervent phase,
He walks the path, through melancholy days,
Lost in the echoes of love's burning maze.
Eros, a hunger, fierce and unrestrained,
A liquid fire, through our spirits stained,
It whispered promises, profoundly gained,
And left no room for caution, or for feigned.
We lived each moment, utterly possessed,
Our very essence, put to love's grand test.
He traces names, upon this cold gray stone,
A solitary figure, standing all alone,
He bears a grief, a seed of sorrow sown,
For futures vanished, lessons left unknown.
That heady current, pulsed through every part,
A fragile vessel, with an eager heart,
It pushed too hard, from nature's careful start,
And tore my thread, a masterpiece apart.
My breath grew shallow, life began to cease,
Leaving him desolate, robbed of all his peace.
He counts the cost, the years that slipped away,
The silent night, replacing our bright day,
He sees the anguish, in a muted gray,
And wonders 'why?', along his lonely way.
Yet for that pulse! That overwhelming drive,
To feel such living, truly, fully alive,
To touch the heavens, where our spirits thrive,
Was worth the sacrifice, for which I strive.
For Eros conquers, letting nothing contrive,
A perfect passion, that can still survive.
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