Crimson Waltz

"In the hushed glow of passion's embrace,
swirling tendrils of forgotten whispers
entwine around us like ivy on ancient stone.
Whispers of a forgotten serenade,
A melody not sung, yet deeply felt,
the crimson of your gaze
stains the sepia of my memory.

Dissonant chords echo in your laughter,
a symphony of silenced heartbeats
playing beneath the moon's tender scrutiny.
Hands meet hands like uncharted stars
colliding in a dance of gravity-defying light,
exploding into glittering shadows
that shimmer upon our entwined souls.

Shall we dance, my fleeting muse?
To the crescendo of unsaid dreams,
the waltz that paints agony
into the tapestry of bliss,
as our worlds bend
in rhythm to the cries of dawn?

Follow me through the crimson
into the garden of pathos:
The Garden of Echoes
And perhaps we shall uncover
the unheard sonnets of our hearts.
Unspoken Melodies"