A Love That Never Fades

With gentle hands and a heart of gold,

An old man sets the table, as he's done for so long,

For two, even though only he remains,

A tear falls as he longs for his love, now gone.

Memories flood him like a tidal wave,

Of years gone by, and love that was pure and true,

Their love, a story etched for eternity,

That death could not break in two.

He remembers her smile, her touch, her voice,

The way she laughed, her gentle embrace,

And though she's not here, he still feels her with him,

A love so strong yet never left a trace.

So he sets the table, for two once again,

A ritual that soothes his heart and soul,

A constant reminder of the love they shared,

And the warmth that made him whole.

Though his heart aches with every passing day,

He knows that love will always survive,

For in the moments they shared, and in his heart today,

Her love continues to thrive.

So he sets the table, with a heart full of grace,

For the love he shared and the memories they made,

And though she's not here, he knows she's watching,

A love that never fades.