Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play,
Two hearts once danced in the golden ray.
Seasons passed, yet the whispers remain,
In every leaf, a sweet refrain.

The letters faded, ink worn thin,
Yet stories of us linger within.
Memories woven in threads of gold,
A tapestry of love, timeless and bold.

Eyes that once sparkled with youth’s bright fire,
Now gentle, warm, with tender desire.
In quiet evenings, hand in hand,
We find solace in this familiar land.

Though years may weather the heart and mind,
Our love, a treasure, is eternally kind.
In every breath, a promise we keep,
As old love whispers us softly to sleep.