A wall once whole, now cracked and worn,
Divides the art of love that was born,
Graffiti of two hearts, now torn apart,
A symbol of love that’s lost its start.
The cracks spread wide, like the distance between,
Two souls that once were one, now unseen,
The vibrant colors, dulled by time and pain,
A reminder of love that could not remain.
Yet, amidst the cracks, a glimmer stays,
Of love that once was, in brighter days,
A memory of joy, that will not fade,
A bittersweet reminder of love’s fragile shade.
