Within the serene depths of the soul’s expanse
Where shadows waltz in a silent reverie
Here are the scars left by love
Etched deeply within, a solemn procession
Every scar tells a story, every mark reveals a tale
Of passing dreams and fading hopes
Where whispers of passion once wandered
Now, softly echoing, a distant moan.
Beneath the surface, where sorrow flows,
A garden of memories starts to bloom
With petals of remorse and thorns of bygone days
The fleeting beauty of time.
Yet within these wounds lies a tender grace
A tribute to the heart’s warm embrace
For in our scars, we discover ourselves
A map of love, both cherished and lost.
Allow them to remain, these ancient marks
Symbols of a heart that dared to be courageous
Within every wound, lies a story untold
Love’s unyielding, timeless grasp.
