As the daring dawn deludes me,
Your fervent fire fades,
Were it surely suffocated silently?
Or wrongfully wrought with neglect of my serenades.
For I know, my flaunty faults foster irony,
That even the most potent passions perpetuate failure.
Though their true intentions were clarity,
The results ring reckless loss of favor.
Yet as trying times torment us, you realize,
That though thee put ashes to ashes;
There proves profound purpose to revitalize,
Our once original intimate clashes.
So let antiquated ashes aspire to embers tame,
And be balanced by tender feelings once dwindled.
For now the embelished embers embody a flame;
Forming a lasting love lively rekindled.