Though whispers may fade, and voices grow dim, Love's echo remembers a constant within. No journey too distant, no mountain too high, Love's presence remains, a star in the sky.
In laughter that lingers, in tears that we've cried, A tapestry is woven, where memories reside. Love's touch lingers softly, a warmth in the breeze, A rustle of leaves, whispering through trees.
We may wander and wander, on paths yet unknown, But love's silent language, forever is sown. A silent inscription, on hearts intertwined, Love knows that we are here, forever enshrined.