They wander the corridors of forgotten sonnets, pieces of a puzzle that yearn for the touch of your hand.
Each fragment, an echo, a whisper of love untold.
In the quiet whisper of autumn leaves,
the secrets of long-lost words sing sweetly.
The heart's labyrinth awaits,
the key to love's forgotten door.
Among the shadows lies the warmth of your breath,
each echo a reminder of what could have been.