Pour enchantment's spell within the crystal' glasses gloom,
As molten candles flicker, mirrors loom.
Vain words I breathe, a weary sigh escapes,
The hearth extinguished, no new flame you shape.
Compose a tale of summer's tender grace,
Where grass is crushed and cornflowers bloom in space.
Like scattered jewels, words shall fade away,
Vain words, vain love, a memory to sway.
Vain words, a false pretence,
I speak with effortless expense.
Forgive me, for I soon shall fade,
Extinguished, leaving naught but shade.
Fading Love
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