In the cathedral of one's desire, silence carves its namesake into the flesh of time. Fluttering through the echoes of forgotten rain, the heart seeks solace in unattainable destinations.
She wore shadows and spoke in colors unknown, mingling dusk with melodies swept from dreamscapes. Commitment—an illusion danced upon a reflective sea, whispers blending into the palette of dawn.
Yet love itself is a puzzle; every piece bathed in twilight yearning, the kind wrapped in crimson lace, sharp like a rose's secret.
Hold me amidst the stars implored the sky, torn between the episodes of solace and chaos, the eternity trembling on the cusp of a single heartbeat.