In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and dreams are drawn,
A tender heart begins to part,
Leaving behind what once was art.
The gentle breeze carries a sigh,
As love unfolds its wings to fly,
Yet in the silence, echoes stay,
Remnants of a love’s sweet play.
Amidst the stars that softly gleam,
Lies the trace of a cherished dream,
Though paths diverge, the heart will know,
The warmth of love’s eternal glow.
As time moves on, and rivers flow,
Memories linger, soft and slow,
For in the depths of night and day,
Love’s gentle spirit finds its way.