Bloom and wither ( Inspired by whispering dreams poem sometimes )

Love may bloom and wither away, though memories live another day,
They come like music and feel like a dance, filled with hope and loving romance, they come as a scent upon the breeze to touch the heart and soul with ease,
they come as hello's and often good-byes , in the form of tears we are known to cry

Memories live forevermore
​​​​when you love
They never die.