"Love, a beautiful mess," books proclaim,
Yet our stars of love, a different aim.
In their alignment, perhaps a subtle game,
A journey diverged, a story untamed.
What went awry, in our cosmic skies,
Stars that once twinkled, now in disguise.
A love that faltered, under hidden ties,
Leaving behind unanswered whys.
Perhaps the universe had other designs,
Paths entangled, by fate's crooked lines.
A love that shone, then dimmed and declines,
In our love's story, a poignant sign.
-Snowflake-
