Time, in its ruthlessness, does not wait,
We face life’s fleeting hourglass of fate.
In gardens where our love was in bloom,
A void now lingers, draped in deepest gloom.
But in every goodbye, there grows a seed,
Blessed memories of past light;
In those treasured moments, we will indeed
Find the courage to meet the coming night.
Though shadows fall and distance draws its line,
The soul recalls what time cannot erase:
Love etched in truth outlives the sharp decline,
Its essence held beyond all time and place.
So in our sorrow, do not claim love’s end,
For in our farewell, true love will transcend.
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