In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers of your laughter still reside,
I find the echoes of those tender times,
When love was pure and dreams were wide.

The gentle touch of your hand in mine,
A symphony of warmth that felt divine,
Now but a shadow in the fading light,
A memory wrapped in the silent night.

We walked through gardens of endless dreams,
Where every glance was a radiant beam,
Yet time, relentless, stole you away,
Leaving only echoes of yesterday.

Now I wander through the halls of time,
Seeking traces of a love sublime,
In every tear and every sigh,
A piece of you remains, never to die.