In the twilight of our days,
Old love lingers like a gentle breeze,
Whispers of yesteryears, softly played,
In the quiet corners of our memories.

The echoes of our laughter, still alive,
Dance through the tapestry of time,
A symphony of moments, we once revived,
In the silent chambers of our minds.

The warmth of your touch, a faded hue,
Yet ever-present, in the depths of my soul,
Old love, an eternal view,
That time cannot erase, nor make whole.

So let us cherish, what once was ours,
In the tender glow of evening light,
For old love shines like distant stars,
Guiding us through the endless night.