In our memories' book, our love, like a gently pressed rose,
Walls standing tall, our fortress where affection flows.

Looking away, eyes holding fears unseen,
Midnight calls echo, tears flowing in between.

Yearnings distant, like a tangled rhyme,
Embracing flaws, your absence, a haunting chime.

A storm of chaos, wild and beguiled,
Not forgotten, our love, like a secret, compiled.

Hate, a...