A Love Collective

1.

Upon the edge of dusk, we drift away,

Where whispers weave the threads of night and day;

In love's soft glow, we find and lose our way—

A fleeting touch, too bright to stay.

2.

Through shattered light, we rise and fall,

In love's embrace, we lose it all;

Yet from the ashes, hearts recall—

The broken pieces still enthrall.

3.

A fleeting glance, a breath, a pause,

In silence, we reflect our flaws;

Yet love, though bruised, reclaims its cause—

The bloom beneath the winter’s claws.

4.

Amid the storm, we chase the calm,

Where broken hearts can find their balm;

In love's embrace, a quiet psalm—

A shattered peace, yet still a charm.

5.

In moonlit haze, we tread the shore,

Where time reveals what love is for;

Though tides recede, they’ll rise once more—

A whispered truth we can't ignore.

6.

In quiet winds, we hear the past,

A melody that couldn't last;

Yet love, though fading, holds us fast—

A gentle echo, deep and vast.

7.

Beneath the skies of endless gray,

We find the words we couldn't say;

For love, though lost, still lights the way—

A broken dawn that leads to day.

8.

Through tangled paths of joy and pain,

We walk the line where hope is slain;

Yet love, reborn, will rise again—

A bloom that flourishes in rain.

9.

Among the stars, we search for grace,

In fleeting moments, heartbeats race;

For love, once seen, can’t be erased—

A fleeting glance that leaves its trace.

10.

In shadows cast by fleeting sun,

We learn that love is never done;

Though journeys end, they’ve just begun—

A whispered promise still to come.

11.

Upon the breeze, a soft refrain,

Where joy and sorrow intertwine;

For love is found in loss and gain—

A fragile thread through time’s design.

12.

In fleeting dusk, our hearts collide,

Where broken dreams and hope reside;

Yet love endures the ebbing tide—

A quiet strength we cannot hide.

13.

Beneath the weight of skies untold,

We seek the warmth when nights grow cold;

For love, though fragile, we still hold—

A burning ember in the fold.

14.

Beneath the weight of silent stars, we breathe,

Where time, like shadows, slips through fingers frail;

In fleeting moments, truth and sorrow seethe—

For love is both the anchor and the sail.

15.

Of all we hold,

it's love we lose—

a fragile flame,

yet worth the bruise.