Crimson petals, fallen on the ground,
Whisper tales of love once found.
In the breeze, their stories sway,
Of hearts that loved and now decay.

Beneath the shadows of the past,
Memories linger, fading fast.
Yet in the silence, echoes stay,
Of cherished moments, slipped away.

The garden weeps with quiet grace,
For every tear, a gentle trace.
In the stillness, hear the sighs,
Of love’s farewell beneath the skies.