Love's soft whispers echo, in a gentle, timeless stream.
Across the vast expanse of night, beyond the moon's silver sheen,
These whispers travel, finding a place within our hearts to dwell.
Love's echoes are the memories, the laughter, the tears,
They dance upon the horizon, as the world awakens to new years.
In every sunrise, in every dusk, they're there,
A reminder of the bond, that love can never tear.
It's in the gentle touch, the tender, loving gaze,
The way the heart remembers, in the stillness of the haze.
These echoes linger, in the spaces in between,
Connecting us, though time may stretch and bend, like a stream.
The echoes of love are the laughter, the joy, the pain,
They're the threads that hold our hearts, in life's tapestry we weave.
In every beat, in every breath, they remain,
A testament to the power, of love that can't be bound.
So let the echoes of love guide you, through the dark and through the light,
For in their eternal whisper, is the strength to carry on, in the night.
They are the legacy of love, the never-ending song,
A reminder that our hearts, in love, are forever strong.