In the hush of twilight's embrace,

A heart once wild, now laid to waste,

I loved you, blind, through storm and grace,

A fatal dance, a cruel, soft haste.

Your eyes, twin stars in midnight's shroud,

Promised worlds where dreams were loud,

Yet silence grew where hope once vowed,

In shadows deep, our love unbowed.

I whispered secrets to the moon,

Of love's sweet song, a tender tune,

Yet every note, a wound, a rune,

Etched in my soul, a scar too soon.

Your touch, a flame that burned so bright,

Led me astray through endless night,

A beacon false, devoid of light,

I followed, lost, with heart's pure sight.

In gardens lush where roses bloom,

Our love, a rose that met its doom,

Petals fell, consumed by gloom,

A tragic end, love's empty room.

I loved you, knowing not the cost,

A ship adrift, forever lost,

In seas of sorrow, tempest-tossed,

A broken heart, love's holocaust.

The laughter shared, now echoes cold,

In memories, both bright and bold,

Yet time has turned that joy to mold,

A fleeting warmth, love's cruel scold.

For loving you was like the rain,

That kissed the earth yet brought the pain,

A fleeting touch, then left a stain,

In torrents fierce, a heart's refrain.

You were the fire that lit my soul,

A fervent flame that took its toll,

Yet in the ashes, paid the toll,

Love's empty hearth, a lifeless coal.

Now as the dawn breaks through the mist,

I seek a peace in love dismissed,

In finding strength, though sorely missed,

To heal a heart by sorrow kissed.

For though our love was wrought in strife,

A tale of woe, of fleeting life,

I cherish still, through pain and knife,

The lessons learned, the inner light.

I loved the wrong person, it's true,

But in that love, I grew, I knew,

The depth of heart, of skies so blue,

Of love's pure light, and shadows too.

So here I stand, with heart unchained,

From love's fierce storm, through tears I've gained,

A wisdom earned, a peace reclaimed,

In loving wrong, my soul's proclaimed.

For loving wrong is still to love,

A gift bestowed by stars above,

And in that love, though painful shove,

I found myself, my heart, my dove.