How tragically beautiful it is to end the life of one whom you yearn for with such fiery passion.
To extinguish the very flame that once kindled your deepest desires and to consign to the shadows the object of your fervent affection—such is the cruel irony that fate so often delivers.
Eyes are said to be the windows to the soul, yet mine have become a portal to a welcome inferno for my beloved.
The heart that once beat with unrestrained ardor now lies still, and the soul that was once the very essence of your dreams is but a distant, mournful echo.