In the quiet corners of my mind, they linger,
Echoes of laughter and whispers of tears,
Shadows of days wrapped in golden light,
Memories dance in the gentle breeze of time.

Beneath the ancient oak, we carved our dreams,
Etched in the bark with youthful hands,
The stories of summers and winters gone by,
Remain vivid in the tapestry of our hearts.

The scent of jasmine on a warm evening,
Carries tales of forgotten songs and smiles,
As stars adorn the velvet sky,
We relive the moments that shaped our souls.

Though time may fade the vivid hues,
The essence of those cherished days persists,
In the silent whispers of the past,
Our memories forever hold their place.