In the quiet meadow where the wildflowers sway,
I hear the echoes of the words you used to say.
Beneath a starlit breeze that whispers through the trees,
I trace the paths we walked, surrender to the ease.
Your laughter lingers softly like a hollow melody,
And every note reminds me of what used to be.
With each dusty footprint, left behind in time,
I play a worn guitar, strumming memories in rhyme.
The sun is setting low, painting shadows on the ground,
While shadows stretch and dance, in silence all around.
The twilight holds my secrets, the night begins to bloom,
As fireflies are flickering, igniting all my gloom.
With fingers worn and calloused, I strum the strings anew,
Each chord a gentle heartbeat, pulling me closer to you.
I sing of dreams we've woven, through laughter and through tears,
In this quiet meadow, I've held you for all these years.
So let the starlit breeze be a witness to our song,
A tale of dusty footsteps, where we both belong.
As night wraps softly 'round us, the past begins to fade,
Together through the seasons, our love will never jade.
And when the dawn breaks gently, in golden hues of grace,
I'll carry you within me, no matter where I chase.
For in each soft reminder, where time may come to rest,
Founded on these memories, I'll always hold you best.
Folk
Dusty Footsteps, Starlit Breeze, Hollow Melody, Worn Guitar, Quiet Meadow