In the fire of love, we were entwined,
But now, only ashes, fate unkind.
Our passion once burned with fervent desires,
Now reduced to embers, consumed by fires.

These are the ashes, the remains so cold,
From the burning rope of love, once bold.
Once intertwined, both hers and mine,
Now scattered remnants of a love's decline.

In the beginning, our love was a flame,
Flickering brightly, igniting our name.
But as time passed, the flame grew dim,
Leaving behind ashes, a somber hymn.

Oh, how our hearts once danced in delight,
Guided by passion, a symphony so bright.
But now those melodies fade into the night,
Leaving remnants of love, a bittersweet sight.

The ashes we hold, a solemn reminder,
Of a love that once burned with fire,
But as our paths diverge, we must let go,
And cherish the memories that once did show.

For in these ashes, though charred and stained,
Lie fragments of a love we can't restrain.
Though love may have faltered, its essence remains,
A reminder of the joy and the pains.

So let us release these ashes to the wind,
And find solace in the memories, my friend.
For from the remains, we shall rise above,
To embrace new love, with hearts yet to be loved.

© darkviolet - Dental