The Lost Love Poems

in the fantasy of memory, where echoes softly play
lie the verses of a love lost, in the folds of yesterday
a symphony of sighs, a melancholy rhyme
in the heart's quiet chambers, frozen in the sands of time

once upon a moonlit eve, love danced in tender gaze
now, the poetry of passion weaves through a misty haze
fingers that once entwined, like vines in twilight's grasp
now grasp at fleeting wisps, slipping through fingers, clasp

the ink of longing spills, upon parchment pale
the lost love poems, a bittersweet tale
in the garden of dreams, where roses once bloomed
petals fall, memories consumed

whispers of a lover's oath, etched in fleeting breath
now linger as echoes, in the vast expanse of death
the moon, a witness to promises now broken
shedding tears of silver, on words left unspoken

the symphony of heartbeats, now a distant song
in the gallery of solitude, where echoes belong
a pen dips in the well of tears, to write the final verse
the lost love poems, a requiem, a curse

yet, in the echoes of sorrow, a phoenix may rise
from the ashes of love, new dreams devise
for every lost love poem, a seed in sorrow sown
may bloom into verses of a love yet unknown

so, let the ink flow, let the quill dance
in the realm of lost love, take a chance
for within the verses of heartache and pain
a new love may emerge, like a gentle rain

***
Solo, Sun, 26th November 2023. 7:40 pm
Suko Waspodo