In the garden of our dreams, where love once bloomed,
We danced beneath the stars, in a world unconsumed.
But time, the silent thief, crept softly in the night,
Stealing moments, leaving shadows, dimming the light.

Your laughter, like a melody, still lingers in the air,
A haunting symphony of what once was there.
In the quiet corners of my heart, your whispers remain,
A gentle reminder of joy intertwined with pain.

The echoes of your touch, a memory etched deep,
In the corridors of my soul, where secrets sleep.
Yet in the silence, I hear your voice, a tender call,
A testament to love, though the curtain falls.

As the seasons change, and the winds of fate blow,
I hold onto the fragments, the love we used to know.
For in the tapestry of life, woven with threads of gold,
Our story lives on, in every tale told.