An abstract souvenir of love,
Is all that I have left,
A memory of a feeling,
That I once held so close to my chest.
It's like a painting in my mind,
A canvas of swirling hues,
Of moments shared together,
And of love that we once knew.
The colors are bright and vivid,
But the edges are blurred and faint,
For time has passed and memories fade,
Is all that I have left.