Bittersweet Love

  There is your absence, vast and silent, Like a moonless sky, an endless winter. It stretches through my restless veins, A long shiver that leads to nothing. I still hear the echo of your voice, A lost whisper between two silences, Like a prayer drowned by the wind, Like a last word left in exile. The world still turns, but without light, The days wither, pale and unbroken. I still walk where you no longer are, Chasing your shadow at the edge of a dream. And maybe love is nothing more than this: Carrying a ghost within one’s soul.

  Love me without reason, without tomorrow, With no maps and no traced roads, Let each night burn within my hands, Let each moment be untamed. I want no cage, no chains, Only the dizziness of your laughter, Let your love be my rebellion, Let your gaze become my empire. Let’s lose ourselves beyond reason, Where folly writes its own law, Let’s love without rules, without prison, For mad love is you and I.

Under the weight of desire, my soul collapses, The heavy silences, the gazes that probe. Every thought of you is an incandescent flame, Burning softly, but always present. Your absence is a cry that tears the night, A love suspended, a dream that escapes. Hearts break when hope is lost, But in the pain, a universe is born. Ephemeral love, endless love, Your image dances, like a path. Lost in the shadows, I search for your gaze, Wandering in love, under the weight of chance.

In the darkness of a love that fades, I still search for the light of your hands. Memories float like fragile shadows, Under a starless sky, so pale, so fleeting. The whispered promises, echoes of the past, In the air, they fade away like a vanished dream. The heart tightens, the soul weeps in silence, For sometimes, to love is to face absence. Far from you, love becomes a burden, But in this emptiness, an echo remains. A breath, a trace, a lost whisper, In the wind, your name hides, suddenly.

In the silence where your shadow breathes, Every sigh whispers your name. A fragile echo, a love that grieves, A broken dream lost in the frame. The nights grow long, filled with absence, Where your gaze is endlessly missed. Each star feels like a fleeting chance, A hopeless cry, a dream dismissed. Faded words on your silent lips, Promises wandering like the wind. Love fades away, fragile and eclipsed, A gentle poison flowing within. Oh, if echoes could bring you near, If the past could open its arms, But lost love rings, so bittersweet, Like a refrain that never departs.

Léa and Gabriel met one stormy evening, seeking refuge under an old kiosk forgotten by time. Their eyes met, and in the silence punctuated by the pounding rain, a strange recognition settled between them. It was as if their souls had already found each other, perhaps in another life. Their love was instantaneous, burning, and intense—like shooting stars that light up the sky only to vanish just as quickly. They loved passionately, with the urgency of souls who feel that time is slipping away. Every moment together was stolen from eternity, a fragile bubble on the verge of bursting. But life, cruel and relentless, had an inevitable separation in store for them. Gabriel received an offer to move abroad, a dream he had pursued for as long as he could remember. Léa, deeply rooted in her homeland, could not follow him. They promised to love each other despite the distance, but some loves are meant to be lived fully, not slowly erased by time. Months passed, letters became scarce, and the ec...

The Echo of Farewells Your name still lingers in the dusk, A whisper drowned in absence, The fragile echo of lost trust, Dissolving into silence. We were a book left incomplete, Pages scattered by the breeze, A vow time shattered in defeat, A mirage lost beyond belief. I love you still in the forget, Like a secret left unspoken, But love wilts beneath the rain, And the past fades into the broken.