At the end of love, there's a heavy silence,
Where once sweet words, now find no reliance.
Promises made, now broken by time,
A bond that's shattered, a mournful rhyme.
The passion that once burned like fire,
Now flickers out, no longer inspired.
Memories, a mix of sweetness and sorrow,
At the end of love, only what's not love, tomorrow.
Eyes that used to shine with tender grace,
Now reflect the sadness of the embrace.
The touch that was gentle, a soothing song,
Now a cold goodbye, where we both belong.
At the end of love, the heart bears the scar,
A story that's over, a life torn apart so far.
But in the void of farewell, there's room to mend,
A fresh start, a new chapter to ascend.
For though love has reached its final hour,
Life goes on, and there's a new path to empower.
And with time, the heart will heal, we'll find our way,
At the end of love, a new beginning's light will sway.
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