Sun-warmed Stone

A poem

Though your name may fade, my love’s inscription remains.

Photo by Fran The Now Time on Unsplash

Sun-warmed stone, etched with a name,
not yours, but a whisper of what I feel.
The wind sings through the leaves,
a melody of longing, unspoken.
I trace the outline of your smile,
in the clouds that drift across the sky,
a fleeting memory, a phantom touch.
I find your essence in the scent of rain,
a cool embrace, a cleansing tear.
My heart beats a rhythm that echoes your name,
a silent symphony, a love unbound.
I mark my love, not with ink or stone,
but with the very pulse of my being,
a whispered promise, forever etched.

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Waqas Ahmad — Medium