A single teardrop that rises from the heart,
Holds a hidden truth unseen by the world.
Only memories remain now,
Like silent flowers left behind.

She arrives, carrying a bouquet of smiles,
Yet, like a fallen star, she shatters in the night.
But still, I search for
The wings of love.

You left behind kindness,
Yet, near your laughter, you sowed unkindness.
Unaware, just as before,
I stand, holding onto your memory.

In my midnight dreams, I search for your face,
In the silent echoes of the nights we shared.
In that dream, pain lingers on…

She arrives, carrying a bouquet of smiles,
Yet, like a fallen star, she shatters in the night.
But still, I search for
The wings of love.