In the stillness of the night, where shadows roam,
I search for solace in the darkness, alone.
Echoes of a melody, haunting and sweet,
Guide me back to the night our hearts did meet.
Underneath the moon's soft, ethereal glow,
We danced amidst the whispers, ever slow.
Each step a promise, each glance a vow,
Lost in the magic of that moment, somehow.
But time has woven its intricate design,
Leaving behind memories, both yours and mine.
Yet in the silence, your presence I feel,
A symphony of longing, achingly real.
So I'll close my eyes and drift into the past,
Where our love was a melody, destined to last.
And though the night may fade, and memories set,
I'll hold onto the echoes of the night we met.
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This house was never a home
PuisiThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
