You were that love that cannot be lived,
an indelible mark on the soul,
a warm fire in the desert.
I feel you in every tear,
in the laughter that time has kept,
in the nights of broken dreams,
where a distant echo spoke to me.
You were the memory that flows
like a river that knows how to wait.
Love that lives in memory,
a mirror of what could have been,
a refuge amid difficulties,
a beacon that never stops shining.
You were that love that never dies,
my compass, my peace, my truth.