In the realm where shadows dance,
Where fleeting moments find their chance,
There lies a love so delicate, so tender,
A wistful tale that time cannot render.

Ephemeral love, a fragile bloom,
Born in the heart's secret room,
It blossoms with a whispered sigh,
And fades as swiftly as a butterfly.

Like morning mist, it graces the air,
A fleeting touch, a stolen affair,
A silken thread, woven in a dream,
Where passion's flames forever gleam.

In tender whispers and stolen glances,
Two souls entwined in fleeting romances,
They bask in love's ephemeral glow,
Embracing the joy, letting sorrows go.

But alas, such love is bound to fade,
Like petals scattered by the breeze's blade,
For time's cruel hand will not relent,
And all that's left is a wistful lament.

Yet, in this transience, there lies a beauty,
A poignant tale of love's fleeting duty,
For it teaches us to cherish each embrace,
To savor the moments, no time to waste.

Ephemeral love, a bittersweet song,
Where hearts entwine and then move along,
In its embrace, we find a poignant truth,
That love's essence lies in its ephemeral youth.

So let us dance in love's transient embrace,
Knowing it may vanish without a trace,
For even though it may not endure,
Its memory in our souls remains pure.

In the tapestry of life's fleeting art,
Ephemeral love finds its place in the heart,
A gentle reminder, a gift from above,
To treasure the beauty of ephemeral love.
© lizzz