Always Here Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O your sweet memories, like whispered breeze,
They linger in the chambers of my heart,
Soft echoes of our laughter, love's sweet tease,
In quiet moments, never to depart.

The moon recalls our stolen midnight walks,
When shadows danced upon the moonlit shore,
Your touch, a secret language, love's sweet talks,
Forever etched in sands of time we wore.

And though the years may pass, your presence near,
In dreams, in songs, in every fleeting thought,
Your love, a beacon shining crystal clear,
Always here, where sweetest memories are sought.

So let them weave their magic, tender, true,
These memories of us, forever new.