In the shadows where whispers fade,
Lingers the echo of love’s sweet serenade,
Once a symphony of hearts intertwined,
Now a silent refrain left behind.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, mournful gaze,
Memories dance in a timeless haze,
Each moment cherished, now lost in the mist,
A tender longing that still persists.
The stars above, they quietly weep,
For dreams that love could not keep,
A tapestry of what used to be,
Woven with threads of melancholy.
Yet in the quiet of the night, I find,
A solace in the fragments left behind,
For love, though fleeting, leaves its mark,
A gentle glow in the deepest dark.