What Lingers Still

A scent still weaves through memory’s air,

a breath of you is always there.

It’s floral kiss, so light, so true,

forever ties my heart to you.

It sighs like whispers, soft and free,

your touch that time returns to me.

A breeze that stirs the past in flight,

yet lingers still in silent night.

Though time moves on, your fragrance stays,

our love untouched by fate’s delays.

Its essence floats through memory’s door,

engraved in my heart forevermore.

A note from Chris

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