There are some loves that permanently change us,
Not in the way a storm reshapes the shore,
But like a river, slowly carving a canyon,
Leaving traces deep within our core.
They are the loves that never truly leave,
Even when distance grows and time moves on.
They echo in the quiet of the night,
A song half-forgotten, but never for long.
These loves leave fingerprints upon our soul,
A touch that time cannot erase or numb.
Though we may drift apart, the mark remains,
An imprint on the people we become.
For some loves are too deep to disappear,
They live within us, shaping who we are.
And even though the final words are spoken,
The heart becomes hardened by the scar.
