The bittersweet days of our spring love slowly slip away

The bittersweet days of our spring love slowly slip away, Like a silver river winding under the night sky, They drift gently, like rose petals from a lost dream, And I immerse myself in the memory of nights when we burned with stars in our hearts, The sky spun in a hypnotic dance, we, two infinities lost in light and shadow. Our sweet love, like an unforgettable spell, fades on the wings of time, Like a candle in the cold autumn wind, before the leaves fall, The green fades into the golden sunset, our hands clasped tightly, As if in a final prayer, our souls creak, break, Like life on the roadside under the rolling sun. We are, who we are, two pilgrims in search of meaning, Passing through days that melt like Dali's clocks, Through nights when the moon watches over us with sad eyes, We wonder if our love, like a magical ritual, will survive The approaching autumn with heavy steps, if we will remain the same or become shadows. Oh, our days, like good years, slide past us, We wake up on an October morning, with golden leaves underfoot, Tired hearts, but still full of the burnt stars of May nights, We look into each other's eyes, we recognize ourselves in the silence between us, Like two twin souls finding each other in a parallel universe. Where our love knows no end, only a transformation, Into another form of eternity, perhaps, one day, When the sun sets for the last time and time itself ceases to exist, We will understand that our love, like a melancholic spell, was always there, In every heartbeat, in every whisper lost in the wind. We are, and always have been, what we are: two wandering souls, Caught in the eternal dance of love and life, Two shadows of our lost dreams, transformed into light, In a universe where our love knows no end. We are who we are, and we will always find each other, In the infinite dance of love, under the eternal sky of our memories.