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.
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