Dearest shadow, your laughter weaves, like threads lost in twilight.
I confess the heart stumbles, tangled in bitter roses of splendor.
In the stirring embrace of secrets untold, the memory of our entwined hands becomes an eternal ballet.
Penumbra sways softly, where flower petals taste like ambrosia under a canopy of whispered longings.
Each lingering touch ignites dormant flares, illuminating the darkest bosoms of our fears.
Can white noise ever drive sweet apathy out? Still, your fragrant obscurity bewitches more than any casualty.
As I slumber in love's poisoned haze, heartbeats blend with sycamore whispers, , yearning resumed.