In the quiet of the night, she softly sighed,
A whisper of love that never died.
Her hands, now still, once held us tight,
Guided us through both day and night.
The warmth of her embrace, a memory sweet,
Her laughter, an echo, bittersweet.
In dreams, she visits, a comforting light,
Her spirit, a beacon in the darkest night.
We lay flowers where she now rests,
Her soul, in peace, forever blessed.
Though tears may fall, hearts may ache,
In our love, she will never break.
Though she has gone, sheâs never far,
A guiding star, our shining star.
In whispers of eternity, she remains,
Forever in our hearts, her love sustains.