In the quiet chambers of a heart
Where sorrow’s whispers softly dwell,
Love’s gentle touch begins its part,
A balm where tears and memories swell.

Through the corridors of time’s embrace,
Echoes of laughter and tender sighs,
Love persists with steadfast grace,
A beacon beneath the clouded skies.

In every tear that falls like rain,
In every whispered, silent prayer,
Love endures beyond the pain,
A guiding star in the midnight air.

So let the shadows softly fade,
And let the heart with hope be filled,
For love, though tested and delayed,
Remains a dream yet unfulfilled.