My Olive
In the quiet recesses of my soul, you reside,
A fragile echo of what could have been.
Though unseen, your presence is felt,
A silent bond that transcends words.
No language can express the depth of my love,
For you, my Olive, forever cherished.
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 8:37 PM UTC
My Olive
In the quiet recesses of my soul, you reside,
A fragile echo of what could have been.
Though unseen, your presence is felt,
A silent bond that transcends words.
No language can express the depth of my love,
For you, my Olive, forever cherished.