Love Is What We Remember
Love Is What We Remember
Love is what we remember, a timeless song,
Echoing softly in the chambers of the heart.
Like photographs faded, yet never wrong,
Each moment is a brushstroke in life's art.
A tapestry is woven with threads of gold,
Stitched with laughter and whispers shared.
It’s the ember that flickers when nights grow cold,
A lighthouse is guiding through storms unprepared.
In the garden of memory, love blooms bright,
A fragrant reminder that lingers in light.
When love guides us through the storm
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