It was an echo of an imaginary love,
in my breast, a precarious bond.
It vanished in my airy hands,
losing what was never my love.
In dreams, I built castles of illusion,
but fate played its cruel betrayal.
The wind whispered false promises,
and my heart was left in pale shadows.
I learned that love is not forged in the air,
it's a fire that burns, real and true.
I will no longer cling to what I cannot have,
I'll look to the tangible for my true love.
The echo fades away in a sigh,
leaving room for a new beat.
I will love what is real, what I can touch,
leaving behind imaginary love in the past.