TheWiTcher08
Through echoes of love and whispers of past,
Some stories are written to forever last.
She was the light, the brightest spark,
A love that still lingers, even in the dark.
No map, no guide, yet you trace the way,
Through memories painted in shades of grey.
But love once real never truly dies,
It stays in your heart, in the depth of your eyes.
Maybe she's gone, yet somehow near,
A song, a scent, a voice so clear.
And though the chapters may turn anew,
She'll always be part of the story in you.

Through echoes of love and whispers of past,
Some stories are written to forever last.
She was the light, the brightest spark,
A love that still lingers, even in the dark.
No map, no guide, yet you trace the way,
Through memories painted in shades of grey.
But love once real never truly dies,
It stays in your heart, in the depth of your eyes.
Maybe she's gone, yet somehow near,
A song, a scent, a voice so clear.
And though the chapters may turn anew,
She'll always be part of the story in you.
