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.