Love’s Soft Whisper

Beneath the veil of fading light, A silent shape slips out of sight. No words to bind, no flames to burn— Just shadows folding, slow to turn. A secret drift on whispered air, Gone like mist, yet always there. Farewell, but not the end of trace— A ghostly dance in time and space. Though darkness falls to steal the day, Your memory will light the way. In quiet echoes, soft and deep, Your presence lingers while I sleep. So part we must, but not in vain— For love’s soft whisper will remain.