In the quiet echo of a forgotten song,
Love lingers, tender, yet strong.
Its whispers float on the breeze,
Like a ghostly touch, a gentle tease.
Grief walks hand in hand with love,
Shadows dancing in the skies above.
Each tear a testament, a silent plea,
For the heart’s lost symphony.
Memories weave a tapestry so fine,
Threads of sorrow and joy entwine.
In the depths of night, a soft sigh,
Love and grief, they never die.
In the garden of the soul they grow,
A bittersweet bloom, a radiant glow.
Forever bound, yet free to roam,
Grief and love, together, home.