Echoes of Love: A Symphony in Her Heart

 In the quiet of midnight's tender embrace,

She sits by the window, a solitary place.

A heart, once bound to another's sweet rhyme,

Now dances to new love, a different chime.

Yet, in the hush of memories' soft sigh,

Her thoughts drift back to a love passed by.

Like whispers carried on a gentle breeze,

His laughter echoes through the trees.

She's found new love, a beacon bright,

A warmth that bathes her in its light.

His love, steady as the morning sun,

Yet echoes of the past are not quite done.

For in the corners of her tender heart,

Lies a melody of a love torn apart.

The shared moments, the whispered vows,

Still linger softly, like morning dews.

She wonders if he, too, recalls those days,

Lost in reverie, in silent, wistful gaze.

Does he ever pause, in moments rare,

To remember the love they used to share?

It's not a longing to turn back time,

Nor a desire to rewrite the old rhyme.

But a tender ache, a bittersweet art,

Of holding past and present close to heart.

For she knows love isn't a finite thing,

But a tapestry woven with memories' string.

Her new love, a canvas vibrant and true,

Yet the past paints hues of a different view.

So she sits by the window, under the moon's soft gleam,

Wrapped in love's tapestry, a delicate dream.

With a smile for the present, a tear for the past,

In her heart, both loves forever last.

Her new love, a steadfast, guiding light,

Her old love, a star in the velvet night.

Two chapters in life's ever-turning page,

Each a part of her story, her love's stage.

And though she's moved on, found love anew,

In the quiet of night, her thoughts softly brew.

For love, in its essence, is a timeless art,

A symphony of echoes, in her grateful heart.