Echoes of a Lost Lover
Mihar Diaries . . .
In the depths of solitude, I dwell,
In the silent chambers, a mournful spell,
A lost lover, a cherished, fading dream,
In the darkest hours, how my heart does scream.
Your absence, like a river, flows so deep,
A haunting melody, I’m unable to keep,
In every shadow, your memory’s embrace,
I yearn for the return of your loving grace.
The world is colored by your vibrant hue,
Yet you’ve departed, my love, it’s true,
In the tapestry of life, you were the thread,
Now torn and frayed, our love lies in shred.
The stars above, they weep in sympathy,
For a love that once was, a symphony,
I close my eyes, and in dreams, I find,
The solace of your presence, tender and kind.
In the silence of the night, I confess,
The depth of longing, the ache, the distress,
You are the lost melody in my soul’s song,
A love that lingers, poignant and strong.
With every sunrise, with every sigh,
I’ll carry you with me, till the day I die,
My lost lover, in my heart’s hidden cove,
You are the essence of a deep, eternal love.
