In the garden of our hearts, the roses bloom,
Whispering tales of love, beyond the gloom.
Each petal a memory, soft and sweet,
Reminders of moments, where our souls would meet.

The echoes of laughter, the touch of a hand,
In the realm of love, where dreams were planned.
Nights under the stars, with moonlight’s glow,
We danced to the rhythm, a love to show.

Seasons have changed, yet our memories stay,
Etched in the heart, never to fade away.
Through the sands of time, they softly speak,
Of a love so strong, yet tender and meek.

Though distance may part, and years may pass,
In the book of love, our pages will last.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Memories of love, forever we’ll hold.