In the quiet corners of a faded room,
Where shadows dance with the evening light,
Lies a story woven in threads of time,
An old love whispers through the night.

The echoes of laughter linger still,
In the soft creases of a well-worn chair,
Memories etched in the walls’ embrace,
A testament to a love so rare.

With gentle hands, the years unfold,
Like pages from an ancient book,
Each chapter holding a cherished moment,
In every glance, a tender look.

Though the days may pass and seasons change,
The heart remembers, the soul remains,
In the timeless whisper of an old love’s embrace,
Where forever sings its sweet refrains.