In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
When shadows stretch and time stands still,
I hear the whispers of a lost love’s trace,
A melody that haunts, yet always will.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Memories dance in the silent night,
Once vibrant love now fades so slow,
Into the depths of forgotten light.

The fragrance of your touch lingers on,
In dreams where our souls still meet,
Though in waking hours, you are gone,
Our hearts once beat a rhythm so sweet.

Now, as autumn leaves begin to fall,
And winter’s chill sets in with grace,
I cherish the echoes of your call,
A lost love’s tender, timeless embrace.