When the Flame Fades

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

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

truth unspoken, they both know. His hands were 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,

but her eyes are 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 yet undefined.