Shadows Whisper: Flames of a Forbidden Affair

Within the velvet darkness of the night,
Whispers of madness softly take their flight.
Two hearts, entwined, lost to the world's decrees,
Dance on the brink of sanity's release.

Obsession's vine, with thorns that sweetly wound,
Wrapping its hold without a single sound.
Each pulse, each breath, an echo of desire,
Fanning the embers of a secret fire.

The taste of the forbidden on their lips,
A vision of eternity in each eclipse.
Passion that roars louder than any ocean,
Their mad love, a fervent, undying devotion.

Yet in the depths of this feral embrace,
Lies the fragile line they must never erase.
For what begins in a storm of white-hot attraction,
Can end in the silence of a fatal distraction.

Through whispers of promises and moonlit confessions,
They wade through the dangers of their own obsessions.
But beware the allure of love's darkest spell,
For it lures the heart into a bottomless well.

And so they remain, in the shadows they thrive,
With a mad, crazy love that's barely alive.
An attraction so fatal, it's a treacherous game,
In the dance of the flames, they've only their names.

Their story, a caution to those who dare,
To love without limits, to live without care.
The line between passion and insanity blurred,
In the end, is it love, or is it absurd?

So let this verse be a tribute, a lover's narration,
To the power of love's deepest, darkest fascination.
An ode to the ones who loved not with fear,
But with a madness that holds nothing else dear.