In the attic of my heart, you linger still,
A collection of moments, both warm and chill.
Faded photographs of laughter and light,
Whispers of love that danced in the night.

I see your smile in the morning glow,
The way you'd laugh, the way we'd flow.
Each memory a brushstroke on time's canvas,
A beautiful picture, a bittersweet madness.

We walked through seasons, hand in hand,
Chasing sunsets on golden sand.
Every glance, a spark, a chance to believe,
In love's sweet embrace, we dared to weave.

But time is a thief with a cunning touch,
It steals away moments we cherish so much.
The echoes of laughter now linger in air,
A haunting reminder that life isn't fair.

Yet even in sorrow, there's beauty in pain,
In memories cherished, our love's sweet refrain.
For every heartbeat, every tear that fell,
Tells the story of a love that once held so well.

So I'll hold onto those fragments of you,
In the quiet of night, in the morning dew.
Though paths have parted and seasons have changed,
The memories of love will never be estranged.

In every sunset, I'll find your glow,
In the rustling leaves, in the soft, falling snow.
For love may fade, but its essence remains,
In the tapestry of life, where love entertains.