The very air I breathe now tastes of ash,
A pallid echo of your vibrant dash
Across my senses, once a tidal wave
That carved within my soul a lover's grave.
We were two verses in a sacred tome,
Each syllable a journey leading home.
Your gaze, a galaxy where stars aligned,
My universe, within your spirit enshrined.
(Chorus)
And now the silence screams your absent name,
A hollow grandeur to this lonely game.
My heart, a shattered lyre with broken strings,
No melody of solace ever sings.
How can a nexus forged in stellar fire,
Extinguish to a cold, forgotten pyre?
This soul-deep fissure, an eternal scar,
A testament to what we truly are.
(Verse 2)
I wander through the landscapes of our past,
Where every shadow holds a memory cast
Of intertwined existence, breath for breath,
Defying even the cold hand of death.
You were the ancient wisdom in my soul,
The missing fragment that had made me whole.
My anchor in the tempest, fierce and free,
A love beyond all earthly boundary.
(Chorus)
And now the silence screams your absent name,
A hollow grandeur to this lonely game.
My heart, a shattered lyre with broken strings,
No melody of solace ever sings.
How can a nexus forged in stellar fire,
Extinguish to a cold, forgotten pyre?
This soul-deep fissure, an eternal scar,
A testament to what we truly are.
(Bridge)
Yet in the catacombs of my despair,
A fragile hope still flickers, a whispered prayer.
For bonds so woven with the threads of fate,
Cannot unravel at the closing gate.
This cosmic resonance, a binding force,
Must surely chart your passage, run its course,
And draw you back across the aching void,
Where destiny's unwavering truth employed
Our meeting as a singularity,
A love that bends the laws of you and me.
(Chorus)
And though the silence screams your absent name,
I cling to hope's undying, sacred flame.
My heart, though fractured, beats a steady plea,
For your return to set my spirit free.
For such a nexus, forged in stellar fire,
Cannot be lost within a cold desire.
This soul-deep fissure holds a promise vast,
That love like ours is built to ever last.
(Outro)
So let the ages turn, the seasons weep,
My vigil in this desolate keep
Shall hold until the stars themselves descend,
For love this profound knows no bitter end.
And in the echoes of eternity,
I know, my love, you will return to me.
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