Fading Embers of Love
In this age of short-lived bonds, Where swipes and mentions reduce love to transaction, I embrace something meaningful, An authentic, stable love. I believe in love letters, written with pens, In murmurs exchanged in the cosmos above, Through true heart to heart conversations Not superficial likes and emojis. May be the world has moved on to new ways, But I cherish the love of old days. To this era of those fleeting links, I'll treasure love that points to the skies, A love that's more about substance than fame, A love that speaks in the low, but sounds the same. So continue swiping, liking and sharing on the rest of the world's part, I'll cling to a love that's both rare and caring. Because at the end of the day, it's not the medium that matters, But the deep love that lasts eternally shines.