Golden Fields, Shattered Hearts

Their love blossomed under golden sun, vibrant and free in the fields. A tender touch,

a whispered promise, held softly in their romantic embrace. Joy filled their days,

their laughter echoing through vibrant yellow blooms. His eyes held a future,

bright with devotion, warm and truly devoted. Her heart mirrored his,

a tapestry of affection, pure and newly woven. Time stood still,

in moments of quiet, tender bliss. But shadows lengthened, and even the

brightest days must slowly wane. A subtle shift, a delicate beauty beginning,

slowly, to fade away. Empty spaces now appeared, a silent testament