
Through fading dusk and morning skies,
A true love lives, it never dies.
Though years may pass, and faces change,
Its echo sings in softest range.
A whispered name, a fleeting glance,
Revives the heart’s eternal dance.
Though silence falls and time departs,
It leaves its footprints on our hearts.
No storm can wash its fire away,
No night can steal its gentle day.
It grows in grief, it shines in tears,
It holds us close through distant years.
In letters kept, in worn-out shoes,
In songs that only we still choose—
It lingers there, a tender flame,
Untouched by loss, unscarred by shame.
So let the seasons spin and bend,
This love endures—it will not end.
For when two souls are truly one,
They shine beyond the setting sun.
And though the world may change its guise,
A love like ours—it never dies.
About the Creator
Israr khan
I write to bring attention to the voices and faces of the missing, the unheard, and the forgotten. , — raising awareness, sparking hope, and keeping the search alive. Every person has a story. Every story deserves to be told.



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