Beneath the weeping

Beneath the weeping willow's somber boughs,

A melancholy tale, the heart allows,

In shadows cast by the moon's soft glow,

A whispered sorrow begins to grow.

A symphony of raindrops on my window pane,

Each echoing the echoes of my pain,

In the silence of a tear-stained night,

Lonely echoes of our lost delight.

Fading echoes of a once-vibrant song,

A love unraveling, a bond now gone,

In the gallery of memories, I stand alone,

Tracing the fragments of a love overthrown.

The winds of change, a bitter, biting chill,

Through the gaps in time, our love spills,

A portrait of us, now draped in gray,

As the colors of joy slowly decay.

Gone are the days of laughter and sun,

A heartache's shadow, where once we'd run,

In the tapestry of dreams, a thread unravels,

Leaving behind a story that time dishevels.

Yet, within the echoes of this mournful rhyme,

Lingers the beauty of love, frozen in time,

For even in sadness, a tender grace,

A love remembered, in the heart's embrace.