In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows softly fade away,
I hear your voice, a gentle might,
Guiding me through another day.

The echoes of your laughter’s song,
Dance upon the whispering breeze,
Within my heart, where you belong,
Your spirit lingers, never to cease.

Among the stars, your eyes now gleam,
A celestial guide through darkest night,
In dreams, you walk beside the stream,
Your presence turning grief to light.

Though time may pass and days grow old,
Your love remains, a timeless flame,
In every story ever told,
I find you there, I speak your name.