Echoes of Love, Paths Ahead

I still hear her laughter, soft as the breeze,

A melody carried by whispering trees.

Her touch lingers gently, like sunlight on skin,

A warmth in my soul where the memories begin.

And my daughter’s joy, a radiant hue,

A bright little spark that the world once knew.

Her dreams painted skies with colors so rare,

Her light, though now distant, still fills the air.

But time, like a river, moves ever ahead,

Carrying whispers of all that’s been said.

In their love, I’ve grown, in their loss, I’ve wept,

Yet a heart that has loved is a gift well-kept.

Now, I stand ready, though tender and torn,

To welcome the dawn of a love reborn.

A partner, a muse, a friend to explore,

A heart that’s as willing to love once more.

If you find me walking this path I now tread,

Know it’s a journey both sacred and red —

The color of love, of passion, of pain,

And the hope of a rainbow after the rain.