Oh, a radiant beacon of my midnight skies,
Thy smile did pierce through shadow’s veil,
A dawn unbidden, where hope would rise,
And in its glow, I found love's holy grail.

How sweet the moment when it first played,
Upon thy lips a fleeting, tender grace.
It whispered truths no words ever made,
Yet bound my soul to time’s embrace.

In thee, I saw the echoes of eternity,
A love as deep as oceans' ceaseless tide.
Each glance from thee, a symphony,
That sang of dreams where two hearts collide.

But lo! What cruel jest was this divine spark?
For though thy smile brought light to darkest night,
Its parting left me shattered, torn apart,
A comet lost beyond celestial sight.

O phantom smile, thou ghost of days gone by,
Thou art both balm and wound upon my heart.
Once thou wert warmth beneath December's sky,
Now but a chill that rends my spirit apart.

Didst thou not know how deeply thou hadst seared?
To gift such joy, then vanish without a trace?
Thy laughter danced like sunbeams unrestrained,
Yet left behind a void no star could replace.

'Twas love, methinks, of kind the world hath never known
A tale too pure for mortal men to tell.
As fleeting as spring’s first bloom o’ergrown,
Or moonlit whispers cast within a shell.

Ah, 'twas the love of ninety summers past,
When hearts were bold and souls undid their chains.
When mixtapes spoke what letters dared not ask,
And longing burned through static on phone lines.

Yet here I stand, amidst life’s endless play,
Yearning still for one who smiled and fled.
If only fate had let our stars convey
What words alone could never dare to wed.

Return, fair vision, and heal this broken frame;
Let thy soft gaze undo what time hath wrought.
For even now, thy name is but a flame,
That burns eternal in the ashes of my thought.

So take me back, or leave me here to pine,
A lover lost in memories of thee.
For though thy smile may ne’er again be mine,
Its echo lives an endless melody.

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