The candle sways about its soft glow,
As the melted wax speaks in sorrow
The promises, the kisses, and the dances in the light of its
halo
All extinguished! Nothing left but thin lingering fumes of
memories
The stack of letters rustled,
Speaking of their importance, they bustled
The dreams, the scents, and the imaginations it housed
All dusty! Nothing left but traces of inky words of memoirs
The long-stemmed old red rose trembled wearily,
Voicing her momentous part in the love story
The smile, the proposal, and the “yes” it boasted of, as its
own victory
All withered! Nothing left but shades of redness of loving
reminisces
The candle, the letters and the rose stranded on the desk of
teak
Three little things, carrying the eternal signs of love on
each cheek
The trust, the faith and the love, they orchestrated to the
peak
All remained! Indeed nothing had left! The lovers still
lived in these souvenirs
In the candle’s glory, the still kissed and danced
In the letters’ hum, they still imagined and dreamed
In the rose’s quiver, they still chuckled and smiled
Lovers live on, their love mingles into everything. Never
dies. It lives on and on!
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