It started quiet — a glance, a smile,
A moment stolen for a while.
A ring was worn, but hearts were weak,
And shadows listened when none would speak.
The vows once sworn began to fade,
As secrets in the dark were made.
A hand not theirs, a breath not right,
Yet pulled too deep to stop the night.
A kiss that burned, a lie so sweet,
But truth lay buried at their feet.
For every thrill that passion gave,
It dug another love-made grave.
What joy can last when trust is killed?
When promises are left unfilled?
The bed was warm, but cold within —
A soul that shivered for its sin.
The one at home — now torn, betrayed,
A bond that time alone had made.
And now, for what? A fleeting fire,
That scorched a life, then lost desire.
So tell me, what's the final gain,
When all that's left is guilt and pain?
A marriage cracked, a home undone —
For love that vanished with the sun.
That's why love affairs don't truly stay,
They steal the light and fade away.
They leave behind what can't be healed —
A shattered trust no lie can shield.
✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem