In a forgotten corner of my heart\'s embrace,
Where hidden treasures time had left to trace,
And there, within its aged chest\'s embrace,
Lay remnants of a love\'s enduring grace.
These dust-laden love letters, bundled tight,
Like whispers from the past, in a soft moonlight,
Each envelope a memory, a sheer delight,
Revealing love\'s tale, steadfast and bright.
With trembling hands, I brushed off cobweb\'s art,
Unveiling fragrant ghosts from my heart,
Your presence, like a whisper imparted,
A feeling as if you had never departed.
Ink strokes of passion, on paper thin,
Painted a love story, free from sin,
The moonlit nights when love did begin,
In your letters, heaven did herein.
In letters wet with tears, our love did bloom,
Your absence, a void, a silent room,
Yet, like an anchor in the night\'s deep gloom,
Your words guided me through life\'s dark tomb.
As I now breathe life into the words of yore,
Back to the times when love we did explore,
Ink echoes our past, forevermore,
A love destined to eternally soar.
With trembling hand, I write to you today,
In a distant land, my heart\'s words convey,
As ink meets emotion, our love\'s display,
I hope my heart\'s whispers find their way.
Though years have passed, like ships out of sight,
Our love\'s flame burns with eternal light,
Life\'s currents took us, far from each other\'s sight,
But our love in those letters shall ignite.
Though ink may fade, and paper age and fray,
Our love endures, it shall never decay,
In those dust-laden love letters, we\'ll stay,
A love eternal, come what may.
In this attic\'s cold embrace, they rest with pride,
Love-laden letters where our love did abide,
A relic of a time when our hearts were side by side,
Now echoes of love in the attic do hide.
Ink fades, paper ages, love\'s memory does blend,
Once vibrant love, now in shadows descend,
In dust-laden love letters, our story finds its end,
A melancholic tale of love, my dear, my friend.