mortal embrace

Under the cherry blossoms' gentle hue, ‎Two souls entwined, a love so true, ‎One a specter, pale and gray, ‎The other, darkness, in a loving way. ‎ ‎Their lips almost touch, a tender sight, ‎A moment's peace, in the still of night, ‎The blossoms fall, like tears from above, ‎A bittersweet reminder, of a love lost in love. ‎ ‎The skeleton's gaze, a haunting stare, ‎A reminder of what's been, and what's not there, ‎The dark figure's form, a shadowy guide, ‎A symbol of the darkness, that love cannot hide. ‎ ‎In this fleeting moment, they share a kiss, ‎A whispered promise, a final goodbye, perhaps, ‎For in the beauty, of the blossoms' decay, ‎Lies a truth, that love can be a fatal sway. ‎ ‎Their love is doomed, a tragic, mournful tale, ‎A story of what could've been, but never will prevail, ‎The cherry blossoms, a poignant, wistful sigh, ‎A reminder of the transience, of life, and love, and goodbye. ‎