Beneath the weeping skies, they held fast,
A fragile vignette of love’s weary past.
Two hearts entwined by fraying thread,
On an ebbing horizon, their story spread.

In their eyes, the mirror of a thousand sighs,
Bitter tears for the painful compromise.
A winding road, they’d once filled with song,
Now a mute path where regret throngs.

He beholds her, his beloved, his muse,
Bleeding colors of inevitable rue.
Her eyes a silent prayer, his arms a tomb,
Holding each heartbeat, the tender bloom.

Between them breathes the ghost of yesteryear,
A shared tale that blossomed love, now fear.
Beneath their skin, a churning sea,
A love once untamed, now yearning to flee.

His arms a sanctuary, her tears the testament,
To a love birthed in passion, dying in resentment.
Their silhouettes dance in the twilight’s arms,
This is where their love died, amidst life’s storms.

In the silent beat of a farewell kiss,
Echoes the elegy of a love amiss.
Once warmed by dreams they used to conceive,
Now lost in the labyrinth of what they couldn’t achieve.

Underneath the specter of regretful moons,
They whisper goodbye to scattered tunes.
His arms uncurled, her tears dried,
There, their love ceased, there, it died.

Yet even in dissolution, in its unseen shroud,
Their love resounds, mournful yet loud.
An elegy whispered by the scattering wind,
A testament to lovers, to love, rescinded.

In the hush of the night, the memory prowls,
Of a man and a woman, love lost in the howls.
Their love, once teeming, now eternally disarmed,
Their heart’s elegy – Their Love Died In Their Arms.