Love gone

Old winds drift across the fading memories,
Carrying footsteps echoing in twilight.
Your eyes—deep as summer’s solemn ending—
Touched my heart and stirred the quiet longing.
Love was fire gleaming on the evening skyline,
Beautiful still… yet too fragile to stay.


I stood waiting in a storm of pride and passion,
Between our hearts—too stubborn to surrender.
Words unspoken carved themselves inside me,
Silent blades that no one else could witness.
Though I fought on, strong as a southern tempest,
I bowed again… beneath the thought of you.


You arrived like a wild and haunting whirlwind,
Sweeping me through dreams I feared to follow.
Time may tumble like clouds across the country,
But your shadow stays gentle in my memory.
I hold on to the love that never faded,
A dim-lit rose still blooming in the night.



Our love burned like a crimson dusk forever,
So beautiful it ached within my heartbeat.
Though you left, the winds still speak your story,
Whispering softly the name I can’t let go.
If fate ever lets our wandering paths meet,
I’d simply say: “My heart remembers you.”