Poem: Love Never Dies, It Only Changes Form

Love never dies, it lingers still—
In silent woods, on winded hill,
It shifts like smoke through hands once warm,
It never ends—just changes form.

A glance becomes a distant star,
Still shining though it feels so far,
A voice becomes a whispered breeze,
A memory dancing through the trees.

Where once were lips, now letters stay,
A photograph in slow decay,
But in that faded ink and light,
The pulse of love still burns so bright.

It lives in laughs that echo late,
In tears that fall, yet carry weight.
A shadow cast by morning’s grace,
A phantom touch, a warm embrace.

Though lovers part, or time moves on,
The heart recalls what once had shone.
For love is not a fleeting storm—
It never dies, just takes new form.

So grieve not what the years erase,
Love finds a new and quiet place.
It bends, it breathes, it still belongs—
In changed shapes, in softer songs.