Love Has Returned

Love has returned, a whispered breeze,

Rustling leaves in barren trees.

A heart once cold, now starts to thaw,

As winter's grip begins to withdraw.

We built a wall, a fortress strong,

Guarding memories, righting wrong.

Years etched their lines, a stoic face,

But love remembers, finds its place.

A glance across a crowded room,

A sudden silence in the gloom.

A shared smile, a fleeting touch,

A spark ignited, means so much.

Conversations, hesitant at first,

Dusty memories, quenched by thirst.

Stories unfold, like whispered rhymes,

Of laughter lost and passing times.

Hesitantly, we test the ground,

Fearful whispers, barely a sound.

Can love withstand the scars we bear?

Can trust be built where doubt was there?

The garden sleeps, beneath the snow,

But seeds of promise start to grow.

Gentle gestures, a helping hand,

Rebuilding bridges, grain by sand.

Walks by the shore, hand in hand,

Waves whisper secrets on the sand.

The setting sun paints hues so bright,

Reflecting joy in fading light.

We laugh again, a joyous sound,

Echoing memories, sweet and profound.

The ache of loss begins to mend,

As love's embrace descends.

Forgiveness blooms, a fragile flower,

Nurtured by tears in the twilight hour.

Words unspoken, finally released,

A gentle burden, finally ceased.

We learn to dance with shadows cast,

Embrace the past, and hold it fast.

Love's tapestry, with threads of gray,

Woven with hope, a brand new day.

The house that stood so cold and stark,

Now feels the warmth, a joyous spark.

Sunlight streams through dusty panes,

Chasing away the lingering rains.

We share a meal, a simple fare,

Laughter and stories fill the air.

Familiar hands reach out to hold,

A comfort story, gently told.

The future stretches, vast and wide,

A path to walk, where we confide.

Not with the passion of youth's first fire,

But with a love that's deep and higher.

A love that's weathered storms and pain,

A love that's learned to love again.

With gentle hands and silvered hair,

We find solace in what we share.

Love has returned, a gentle flame,

Guiding our steps, whispering our name.

A testament to what endures,

A love that blossoms, and forever cures.