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...