For love, though lost

For love, though lost, doth linger still, 
A shadowed wraith on yonder hill. 
In twilight’s grasp, where dreams doth fade, 
Its whispers haunt the night’s parade. 

A rose, though wilted, leaves behind, 
its fragrance sweet, in heart and mind. 
A star, though fallen, lights the way, 
In darkest night, to break of day. 

For love, though lost, is ne’er in vain, 
Its echoes sweet, a soft refrain. 
In every tear, in every sigh, 
For love, though lost, doth ever lie.