When the Flame Fades

In the quiet of their shared embrace. He sees a shadow cross her

face. Once a fire, now just a glow. A truth unspoken

they both know. His hands, once strong, now feel unsure. A touch that

used to be so pure. He tries to find the words to say,

but silence often leads the way. She smiles at him, her eyes so

kind. Yet sadness lingers in her mind. She longs for nights of passion's

flame, but whispers now replace her name. He feels the weight of love's

decline, a burden heavy and undefined. He sees the flicker of her