Love is a ghost again, a haunting refrain,
A spirit that wanders in joy and in pain.
It lingers like mist, elusive and fleet,
In whispers of longing, in moments bittersweet.

A spectral presence felt in the heart's beat,
Love's apparition is so tender and sweet.
It vanishes and returns, an ethereal sight,
A phantom that dances in the shadows of night.

Love, a ghost, in memories it thrives,
In the echoes of laughter, in tender archives.
It haunts the corridors of cherished past,
A spirit that endures, destined to last.

Fleeting yet potent, an elusive guide,
Love appears and vanishes like the tide.
A ghostly echo of emotions untamed,
In the soul's vast mansion, it's gently claimed.

Though intangible, it's an essence, a spark,
Love's spectral form in the moments dark.
A phantom that whispers, a ghostly refrain,
Love, eternal, returns again and again.

So let it roam, this ghostly friend,
Love is a specter that will never end.
In its ethereal form, it transcends the plain,
For love, as a ghost, forever will remain.