Love, on the lashes, a canvas untold,
Where dreams of beauty, their stories unfold.
Dreams that perfume, like blossoms in bloom,
Dreams that ignite, with starlight's soft loom.
Dreams that descend, like dew's gentle tear,
Then a moment arrives, and shadows appear.
From the boughs of the lashes, a sorrowful flight,
All the birds of the dreams vanish in night.
The luminous eyes, in desolation reside.
All the dreams have vanished, lost to the breeze,
Oh, how we’ve altered, carried by these seas.
From the heart, we wrestled, with solitude's sting,
What tales could we tell, of the pain life did bring?
From the heart, we wrestled, with solitude's sting,
What tales could we tell, of the pain life did bring?
Though you never returned, but departed alone,
Oh, how we’ve altered, and utterly flown.
The words you once whispered, still linger in air,
Repeated by sorrow, beyond all compare.
The days of our meeting, now distant and gone,
Oh, how we’ve altered, and life rolls upon.
All the dreams have vanished, lost to the breeze,
Oh, how we’ve altered, carried by these seas.
No complaints now, no anger, no trace,
From you, this sorrow, we couldn't embrace.
Our own destinies slumber, in a silent embrace,
Oh, how we’ve altered, lost in this space.
All the dreams have vanished, lost to the breeze,
Oh, how we’ve altered, carried by these seas.
|
