In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly fall,
Love whispers secrets, hidden within death’s call,
A tender touch, a fleeting sigh, in the realm where spirits lie,
Their dance eternal, beneath the starlit sky.

Love’s embrace, so warm and true, defies the cold of death,
In every heartbeat, every breath, it finds its strength to rise,
Through the silence of the tomb, it blooms with every hue,
A testament of life, in the face of life’s demise.

In the garden of the soul, where memories entwine,
Love remains, a beacon bright, through the sands of time,
Death may claim the body, but love’s spirit never fades,
It lingers in the whispering winds, in twilight’s gentle shades.

So, let us cherish every moment, every fleeting glance,
For love and death are partners in an ageless dance,
And in the end, when all is still and shadows softly fall,
Love will be our guiding light, transcending death’s dark pall.