Echoes of love, haunting the soul's embrace,
A tapestry of memories, refusing to erase.
Heartbroken whispers, a tender serenade,
In the depth of darkness, their presence pervade.
Each moment a canvas, painted with care,
Vivid recollections, emotions laid bare.
Lingering like shadows, they dance and sway,
Love's tender remnants that never decay.
In the corridors of time, their melody resides,
A symphony of feelings where the heart abides.
Lost in echoes, love's imprint remains,
A timeless reminder of enduring pains.
Like footprints in the sand, they linger on,
Eternal imprints of moments that have gone.
A mosaic of laughter, tears, and stolen glances,
Love's residue within the heart advances.
Though time may attempt to soften the blow,
The echoes of love persistently grow.
Haunting yet beautiful, a paradox clear,
Lost in echoes, love's presence is here.
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