Behold the elixirs of affection and the biting vines of despair, woven together into a tapestry of feelings unclaimed, unfolding passion wrapped in delicate decay.

The dull ache reverberates through each moment, wearing the mantle of monotony as its crown, whispering sweet nothings amidst the clatter of unfulfilled desires.

Each letter penned is a poison, fragrant yet fatal; a reminder of waves receding with every heartbeat.

In silence, the heart bleeds, patching its wounds with nightly confessions, fervent yet hesitant.