In the shadowed corners of a heart once ablaze, There lies a man, lost in the tempest's haze. Once, he danced in the moonlight's gentle embrace, But now, he wanders, a ghost in love's forsaken space.

Beneath the stars, where promises were sworn, He learned the bitter truth, a love betrayed and torn. Her laughter, once the melody of his soul's delight, Now echoes hollowly in the silence of the night.

He built his dreams upon her whispered lies, Only to find betrayal behind her smiling eyes. In the wreckage of his hopes, he stands alone, A broken vessel upon love's merciless stone.

No longer does he seek the solace of a lover's touch, For in the ashes of passion, he found little but dust. His heart, once open, now shields itself in stone, Guarding against the wounds that love has shown.

The stars above him weep for his shattered grace, As he wanders through the ruins of a forgotten place. Lost in the labyrinth of his own despair, He turns away from love's tender snare.

But deep within the darkness, a flicker still remains, A whisper of a longing, buried beneath the pain. For even in the depths of his desolate despair, A spark of hope lingers, fragile yet aware.

Though love may wound and betray with cruel disdain, It cannot extinguish the flame that still remains. And so, the man who swore he'd never love again, Finds himself yearning for the light amidst the rain.

Though scars may mar his weary heart's terrain, He knows that love, in time, may yet sustain. For even in the darkest night, there lies a distant shore, Where healing waits, and love blooms once more.