In the quiet of the night, I pen this verse, A whisper to the past, a gentle curse. Memories linger, like a haunting song, Of a love once bright, now gone so long.
Your smile, a beacon in the darkest hours, A fleeting fragrance of forgotten flowers. We danced in dreams, beneath the moon’s soft light, Two hearts entwined, in the velvet night.
Time has flown, yet I still recall, The way we loved, the rise and fall. Your touch, a ghost that lingers on my skin, A bittersweet reminder of what could have been.
The laughter we shared, echoes in the breeze, Moments frozen, memories that tease. Your voice, a melody that haunts my days, A symphony of love, in a thousand ways.
Though you're gone, your spirit stays, In every dawn, in every maze. A love that's lost, yet never fades, In the quiet nights, in the twilight shades.
So here I write, with a heart so full, Of a bygone love, so beautiful. In these words, may you find a trace, Of the lover who still seeks your grace.