In shadows of whispers, echo the lost words, your breath upon my evening glaze, swirling in colors of dusk, painting silence with vivid memories.
Every moment exists twice—once in memory, once in longing, spiraled eternal, where the ache becomes sweeter yet heavy like autumn leaves.
Across the celestial canvas, your laughter shimmers, pinpricks of light testing darkness, while time loops tornadoes of once was, knots undone by provocative philosophy.
I wander through infinite corridors of delight, where silence speaks, and echoes breathe — your smile caught within the tapestry of my thoughts, a riddle locked with tender soft threads.
Perhaps reality is a door slowly cracked, its hinges rusted by ancient seconds, or love a relentless sunburst, an unstoppable force painting the world anew.
Crawl into shadows, as the whims of fantastical fantasies cavort, dare to taste the zephyr of every sensation unquenched, slipping between dreams untamed.
Awaken the stoic heart; feel the flitting fragments of celestial kisses, rippling through the seams of time, claiming the essence of petals reborn, cradling the path of indelible intimacy.
Find solace in the fragments, hold the other beat that strokes your soul— linked eternally, the fated echo of a love muted to infinity.