Love never dies.

love never dies
never gets lost in the dusky depths of nothingness.
It hovers is the air where the lovers kissed,
it is captured in in the words carved on those heartfelt letters,
it still travels through the lane where they walked hand in hand,
it’s scent still lingers in the dried rose imprisoned for the sin of being the testament of those “forever” promises,
it’s still etched in those tight hugs, in the favorite shirt, in the broken bracelet, in the moments of the proximity witnessed by each soul and engraved for eternity.
does love ever dies??