Memory breathes, a phrase that stirs the soul,

In love's embrace, where memories take their toll.

Through darkest hours, when shadows cast their might,

Love's memory persists, forever shining bright.

In yonder days of youth, when hearts were pure,

Love's flame ignited, steadfast and secure.

A tender touch, a whispered vow so sweet,

Etched in memory's realm, where moments meet.

Though time may pass, and trials may unfold,

Love's memory endures, a tale yet untold.

Through tempest's rage and sorrow's bitter sting,

Love's memory lingers, like a sacred thing.

When storms of life assail, and hope seems lost,

Love's memory persists, no matter the cost.

In darkest nights, when tears begin to flow,

Love's memory whispers, a solace to bestow.

For love, dear friend, is timeless and divine,

A flame that burns, through every ebb and line.

In memory's embrace, it finds its eternal grace,

A beacon of light, in life's uncertain space.

So let us cherish love's memory dear,

For in its presence, there is naught to fear.

Through ages past and yet to come anew,

Love's memory breathes, forever in view.