Whispers in the Solitude

In the heart of the forest, where the shadows dance,

I walk alone, lost in a lover’s trance.

The trees whisper secrets in the cool evening breeze,

Their leaves rustling softly, like the murmur of the seas.

Each step I take is heavy with the weight of my dreams,

As moonlight filters through, casting silver streams.

The night wraps around me, a cloak of solitude,

Yet your memory lingers, sweet and subdued.

I trace the path where we once strolled hand in hand,

Now just a solitary figure in this lonely land.

The stars above, like the sparkle in your eyes,

Remind me of the love that never dies.

Though miles apart, your presence I feel,

In the rustling leaves, in the night’s silent reel.

The forest may be empty, but I am not alone,

For in this quiet wilderness, your love is my home.

So I’ll wander these woods, where our souls intertwine,

In the heart of the forest, you are forever mine.

Alone, yet not lonely, for you are always near,

In the whispers of the wind, in the echoes I hear.