Love is a flame.

 Love is a flame, a flickering spark,

That burns the soul, and leaves its mark.
It wraps around the heart so tight,
Yet leaves you cold in the dead of night.

A tender touch that once felt sweet,
Now echoes in the empty street.
Promises whispered in the dark,
Are shattered like glass with just one spark.

The joy once felt now turns to dust,
As trust fades, and hearts combust.
You hold them close, yet feel alone,
A love that once bloomed now overgrown.

Eyes that once shone bright with care,
Now look through you, unaware.
You reach for them, they slip away,
And you're left with shadows that stay.

The pain is sharp, a silent scream,
As you wake from what felt like a dream.
A love that's gone, but never leaves,
A silent grief that never grieves.

So here you stand, in quiet ache,
Caught in the ruin of hearts that break.
Love, a joy and sorrow both,
A wound that heals, but never quite goes.