But only a moment
Tears flowed when you remembered
In the quiet recesses of my mind,
Where memories linger, intertwined,
There lies a verse, a precious gem,
A poem that stirs, an anthem.
Tears flowed when you remembered,
Each line is a thread, each word tendered.
Inscribed upon the parchment of time,
A testament to love's sublime.
Through the corridors of days gone by,
It whispers, never to die.
A melody of joy and pain,
Inscribed upon the heart's terrain.
With every syllable, a heartbeat,
Echoes of laughter and moments sweet.
Yet within its rhythm, shadows dwell,
Tales of longing, of a bittersweet farewell.
Each stanza a portrait, painted with care,
Capturing moments, both fair and rare.
Like a fragile bloom in the morning light,
It blooms and fades, in the cycle of night.
Tears flowed when you remembered,
For in those words, a love tendered.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Inscribed with stories, both young and old.
So let them flow, these tears of mine,
Each drop a verse, a sacred sign.
For in the tears that softly fall,
Lies the echo of love's eternal call.
Comments (1)
Cleverly done on your poem. great!