In the quiet sigh of the evening’s breath,
Where dreams once wove their gentle threads,
Lies the echo of a love now lost,
A story whispered in silent dusk.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery gaze,
Where shadows weave their mournful waltz,
We danced upon the edge of time,
Yet slipped away, like fleeting stars.

In fields where laughter used to bloom,
Now only silence grows its roots,
The memories of your tender touch,
Fade like mist in morning’s light.

Yet in my heart, a flicker remains,
A candle’s glow in night’s embrace,
A love once bright, now softly dimmed,
Still whispers sweetly in the dark.