Are you able of writing a poem about a sad love story?
Once upon a time, beneath a willow tree,
Two hearts entwined, forever meant to be.
Their love, a river, flowed so wild and free,
Yet fate conspired, cruel as it could be.

He, a wandering soul, in search of distant lands,
She, a tender spirit, with dreams like shifting sands.
Their love, a promise, whispered in the night,
A fleeting moment, a flame burning bright.

In tearful parting, they vowed to reunite,
When stars aligned, and the time was right.
But time, relentless, washed away their trace,
And memory faded, leaving but a bitter taste.

Years passed, and still their love remained unseen,
Like ghosts, they wandered in a world so keen.
Each turn they took, their paths would never cross,
A cruel irony, a love forever lost.

Their hearts grew weary, in search of the divine,
For love once tasted, like vintage wine.
And as the sun set on their final days,
A whisper lingered, a memory of their ways.

For love, so fleeting, like a summer breeze,
Yet leaves its mark, a gentle, aching tease.
A tale of sorrow, in the book of life,
A sad love story, of a man and his wife.
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### Instruction:

Are you able of writing a poem about a sad love story?

### Response:

Once upon a time, beneath a willow tree,
Two hearts entwined, forever meant to be.
Their love, a river, flowed so wild and free,
Yet fate conspired, cruel as it could be.

He, a wandering soul, in search of distant lands,
She, a tender spirit, with dreams like shifting sands.
Their love, a promise, whispered in the night,
A fleeting moment, a flame burning bright.

In tearful parting, they vowed to reunite,
When stars aligned, and the time was right.
But time, relentless, washed away their trace,
And memory faded, leaving but a bitter taste.

Years passed, and still their love remained unseen,
Like ghosts, they wandered in a world so keen.
Each turn they took, their paths would never cross,
A cruel irony, a love forever lost.

Their hearts grew weary, in search of the divine,
For love once tasted, like vintage wine.
And as the sun set on their final days,
A whisper lingered, a memory of their ways.

For love, so fleeting, like a summer breeze,
Yet leaves its mark, a gentle, aching tease.
A tale of sorrow, in the book of life,
A sad love story, of a man and his wife.
