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When Love Dies The Heavens Cry

In the silence of the night, a tear falls from the sky,
When love dies, the heavens cry.

The stars lose their shimmer, the moon hides its face,
As the world mourns the loss of love’s embrace.

The wind whispers sorrow through the trees,
Carrying echoes of heartbreak on its breeze.

The angels weep, their tears like rain,
Washing away the memories of joy and pain.

But amidst the tears and the somber hue,
Hope lingers on, fresh and new.

For in the ashes of love’s final sigh,
A seed of strength begins to sprout and fly.

So let the heavens weep, let the tears fall,
For love may die, but hope stands tall.

In the darkest hour, when all seems lost,
Love’s memory lingers, a bittersweet cost.

The thunder roars, the lightning strikes,
As the universe mourns the love it dislikes.

But from the depths of despair and woe,
A new path emerges, a chance to grow.

For when love dies, it leaves behind a space,
To fill with wisdom, courage, and grace.

So let the heavens cry their tears so true,
For from the ashes, a phoenix will renew.

When love dies, it’s not the end,
But a new beginning, a chance to mend.

So let the heavens cry, let the storm rage,
For love’s true essence transcends age.

In the echoes of the weeping skies,
Whispers of hope begin to rise.

The tears that fall from heaven’s eyes,
Water the seeds where new love lies.

When love dies, it leaves a scar,
But also opens a door ajar.

Through that doorway, light will gleam,
Illuminating a new dream.

So let the heavens cry their sorrow,
For a brighter day comes tomorrow.

When love dies, the world may mourn,
But from its ashes, new love is born.

The heavens cry, the earth sighs,
But love endures, reaching for the skies.

In the symphony of tears that fall,
A new melody begins to call.

When love dies, it’s not the end,
But a chance for hearts to mend.

The heavens weep, the clouds part,
Revealing a glimmer in the heart.

Through the storm and darkest night,
Love’s essence shines so bright.

So let the heavens cry their tears,
For in loss, new hope appears.

When love dies, it’s not in vain,
It paves the way for growth and gain.

In the echo of the heavens’ cry,
A new chapter begins to fly.

So embrace the tears, the pain, the sigh,
For from love’s death, new love will rise high.

In the gentle rain of sorrow’s song,
A new strength emerges, brave and strong.

When love dies, the heavens weep,
But in that loss, new promises keep.

The clouds part ways to reveal the light,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.

From the ashes of love’s demise,
Blooms a flower, reaching for the skies.

So let the heavens cry their tears,
For in the pain, a new dawn nears.

When love dies, it’s not the end,
But a chance for hearts to truly mend.

Through the storm, a rainbow forms,
A symbol of hope in life’s storms.

In the echoes of love’s last sigh,
A new beginning begins to fly.

In the gentle rain of sorrow’s song,
A new strength emerges, brave and strong.

When love dies, the heavens weep,
But in that loss, new promises keep.

The clouds part ways to reveal the light,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.

From the ashes of love’s demise,
Blooms a flower, reaching for the skies.

So let the heavens cry their tears,
For in the pain, a new dawn nears.

When love dies, it’s not the end,
But a chance for hearts to truly mend.

Through the storm, a rainbow forms,
A symbol of hope in life’s storms.

In the echoes of love’s last sigh,
A new beginning begins to fly.

As the heavens weep and angels sigh,
Love endures, it will never die.

In the symphony of love and loss,
A new chapter begins, despite the cost.

When love dies, the heavens cry,
But in that sorrow, new wings to fly.

Through the tears and the pouring rain,
A silver lining emerges, free from pain.

In the echoes of a broken heart,
A fresh start awaits, a brand new start.

So let the heavens weep their tears,
For in the sadness, hope appears.

When love fades and bids goodbye,
A new journey starts, reaching the sky.

In the canvas of life, a masterpiece unfolds,
With colors of love, in stories untold.

So embrace the tears, the sorrow, the sigh,
For in the end, love will never die.

JPPD