In twilight’s gentle, fading glow,
Two hearts entwined in tender grace,
Their story told in whispers low,
A dance through time, a soft embrace.

The echoes of their laughter sweet,
Reside in shadows of the past,
Where every moment they repeat,
In memories that forever last.

As years unfold like autumn leaves,
Their love remains a steadfast fire,
A tapestry that time weaves,
Woven with threads of deep desire.

Though days may pass and years may wane,
Their love a beacon shining bright,
In every joy, in every pain,
An old love’s ever-glowing light.