I have written my story in the walls of my heart,
engraved it in the pages of my memory,
where I keep you safe between the two,
close to where my soul lives,where I can always find you.
You\'re like my reflection,
etched in the silvered glass of my being,
woven into the fabric of my breath,
the whisper in my waking dreams.
You\'re the shadow of my light, the echo of my sound,
the stars in my night, the waves of my ocean.
Time may fade the lines of my face, but it cannot erase
the bridge you\'ve built between my heart and my soul.
You\'re not just a memory; you\'re the rhythm of my breath,
the pulse of my veins, the beat of my steps.
How can they ask if I\'ve forgotten,
when forgetting you would mean forgetting myself?
You\'re the north to my compass, the seasons to my year,
the warmth in my winter, the calm after the storm.
You\'re etched in the marrow of my bones,
carved in the folds of my mind, a melody hummed by my heart.
So no, I have not forgotten, nor could I ever forget,
for to forget you would be to forget the breath in my chest.
You\'re the mirror to my soul, the fire to my earth,
forever and always, you are my home, my wealth.
And so I hold you close, in the walls of my heart,
where your story is written, where our love never departs.
You\'re not just a memory, you’re the air that I breathe,
the life that I live, the melody that I sing.