The Retrieval, The Struggle

In the garden of memories, 

Where time stands still chase echoes of love, 

With an unyielding will.

Like a nomad chasing a mirage afar, 

Love's essence eludes, a distant star

It was a melody, a violin's gentle croon,

A whispered sonnet beneath the crescent moon.

But in this quest to revive what's untold, 

Love's cyprus language, a mystery behold.

As a poet seeks the perfect rhyme,

I yearn to reclaim love, lost in time.

Yet like a painter without a hue,

The essence of love remains askew.

In the depth of silence, where words withdraw,

I search for love's essence, an unwritten law.

For love, in it's symbolic, enigmatic grace,

Defines my grasp, an elusive chase.