MrSirIgnis
He met her 'midst the hills, a vibrant hue,
A secret love, their bond, forever true.
Clandestine meetings, whispers in the night,
A stolen kiss, bathed in pale moonlight.
Years passed, a void, a love's fading trace,
Then fate's sweet hand, a chance, a warm embrace.
Rekindled flames, a passion burning bright,
But shadows loom, a love lost in the night.
A decade's pain, a bittersweet refrain,
Of what might have been, a love's lingering stain.
Yet hope remains, a whisper in the breeze,
Of paths that cross, beneath the ancient trees