In the gentle glow of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance with whispering trees,
Old love stirs in the heart’s quiet space,
A melody carried by the evening breeze.

Memories woven in golden threads of time,
Each moment a tapestry of sweet refrain,
Silent laughter, like a distant chime,
Resonates softly, bringing joy and pain.

Eyes that once sparkled with youthful fire,
Now hold the warmth of a thousand suns,
In the silence, a lingering desire,
For the love that never truly runs.

As the night wraps the world in its gentle cloak,
Old love whispers tales of days gone by,
In every star, a promise spoke,
A timeless bond that will never die.